It was the evening of the first task and Harry was practicing Accio with Ginny in Moody's classroom. He had given Harry permission to use it in order to prepare. They were taking a break and Ginny asked him quietly as they sat side by side the desk and shared a chocolate frog, "How are you feeling? Nervous?" Harry nodded and sighed, "I don't know what's worse, defeating a dragon or battling Voldemort!" Ginny raised her eyebrow at him and he back tracked pretty quickly, "Uh…sorry I suppose Voldemort's worse." Ginny smiled and replied, "I guess you've fought him so many times it's just become the norm." Harry shook his head defiantly, "Nope. Not that many. The first time was when I was a baby and no-one really has an explanation as to why I survived. The second time was when he was living off Quirrel in first year, and the third time was the chamber. So only three really." Ginny sighed and shook her head, "It's three too many." Harry shrugged his shoulders and Ginny found herself staring into his green eyes. She blushed and looked away after saying, "If you've done that three times, then a dragon should be a piece of cake!" Harry chuckled and she realized that he was getting closer and closer to her. Harry was leaning in! Ginny quickly jumped up off the desk and suggested, "Right, let's continue practicing!" Harry looked disappointed but she couldn't do that yet. She was still uncertain of her feelings for him, even though she considered him a good friend.

Half an hour later, Ginny checked the clock and said, "Alright I think that's enough practice Harry. You'll get through this. I have every faith in you." Harry smiled at her thankfully and replied, "Thanks for all of your help, Gin! I really appreciate it!" Ginny grinned as Harry picked up his broom and they walked up to the dormitory, lost in their own thoughts. When they arrived, Ginny saw Ron shoot her an angry glare. She just rolled her eyes and hugged Harry goodnight. She was exhausted and so she fell asleep quickly.

Ginny woke up in the middle of the night sweating and breathing frantically. She desperately wanted comfort and for some reason, Harry was the first person who popped into her mind. Maybe it was because she had just had a Riddle induced nightmare. He seemed to be the only person who could comfort her in times like these-probably because he was the only other person who knew what being in Riddle's presence was like. Well at least the only other person she knew. She didn't sleep well for the rest of the night.

It was the morning of the first task, and Harry wasn't anywhere to be seen. She assumed he was busy trying to keep the nerves at bay. As she walked down into the common room the atmosphere was full of energy and anticipation. The same atmosphere echoed throughout the entire school. It was a Saturday morning so no classes were being held and after breakfast, everyone was to walk down to the arena together. Ginny saw no sign of Harry at breakfast either. She saw Cedric looking pale and surrounded by friends who were cheering him on and yelling, "Diggory! Diggory! Diggory!" Cho was holding onto Cedric's arm and Ginny couldn't help but roll her eyes.

Ginny walked down to the arena with Hermione, Colin and Ron. Ron was blatantly ignoring her, but Ginny didn't care. On the way down, Fred and George were holding a luggage case and shouting, "Place your bets, any bets welcome! How long will they last? Place your bets!" Ginny shoved them roughly and said sternly, "Don't be so mean!" They grinned and replied, "It's just business little sis," before the shouting continued.

When they reached the arena, Hermione muttered to Ginny, "I'm going go to the champion's tent to check on Harry. I haven't seen him all morning." Ginny whispered quietly, "Wish him good luck from me please." Hermione said that she would and so Ginny, Colin and Ron headed towards the arena by themselves. It was terribly awkward because she and Ron had hardly spoken since Harry had been selected as a champion. Luckily they had Colin to make awkward conversation.

Once they found their seats, Hermione joined them fifteen minutes later. She looked pale and Ginny asked, "Is he okay?" She shook her head and whispered, "I'm worried." Ron was listening but Ginny glared at him for eavesdropping. The arena was crowded and much cheering and chanting was occurring across the stands.

Eventually Dumbledore stepped out and announced, "The champions have each chosen a dragon to battle. Their task is to collect the golden egg, without which they cannot hope to proceed to the next task. Mr Diggory will be battling the Swedish Short Snout. Right then, on the count of three! One, two, three!" A canon was fired and Cedric stepped nervously out of the tent.
Suddenly Ginny regretted not wishing him for the task. She supposed it was because she had been more worried about Harry. She was also irritated about Cho. Ginny watched in fascination as Cedric used Protego to protect himself from the dragon when he maneuvered from rock to rock. The only problem with this spell is that it only lasted about three seconds against the dragon's fire, but that seemed to be all he needed. He hastily ran to the next rock and hid behind it. Ginny winced as the dragon sent flames surrounding the rock. The dragon was not gigantic in size, but it's flame had power. At least it was chained to the ground so it couldn't have the advantage of flight. She saw it pumping it's blue wings angrily.
Cedric was now about five rocks away from the egg. It sat behind the dragon, placed in a crevice between the rocks. In four bounds, he sprang across to the final rocks, climbed through a narrow gap in the stadium a seized the rock, lifting it into the air. Nearly the whole of Hogwarts was cheering for him. Even Ginny was cheering for him, and she was supporting Harry. The dragon turned to Cedric and let out an angry roar of annoyance. It was advancing towards him when Dumbledore cast a sleeping spell on it, causing the dragon to pass out. The stands were still screaming and Cedric was beaming his cute, boyish grin. Dumbledore announced, "Congratualions Mr Diggory! Your timing was five minutes! Absolutely excellent!" As Cedric turned and showed off the egg, his eyes locked on Ginny's for a brief second. He grinned at her and winked before turning back towards the tent in order to celebrate his victory.