Hello hello everyone! I (amazingly) had a chapter ready to go this time so I was able to get it out much sooner! That said, I do have some kinda bad news--this Friday, I'm going to Maine for five days, during which I will have no time to post. However, between all the family togetherness stuff I'll be doing, I'll be writing the next chapter in my head and typing it up when possible. Hope that makes up for the lack of posting that there will be :-)

Thanks again to all who took time to review; it really means a lot to me :-)

HUGE A/N: A decent sized portion is straight out of GOF (you'll all be able to tell) including some dialogue. To avoid getting sued (cause I am poor) I credit all you recognize to JKR and thank her for letting me borrow for the purpose of my measly fanfic.

Hope you all enjoy!

Evey knew they were in for an interesting year when Dumbledore announced at the Welcoming Feast that the Triwizard Tournament was coming to Hogwarts, as were students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang - two foreign wizarding schools.

For the first two months of the school year, all anyone could talk about was the Tournament. Fred and George were furious, as they were told they could not enter the Tournament because they were too young ('By five months!' they often complained). They spent most of their time either up in their dorm or in the library, feverishly researching ways to age themselves so they could enter. Evey kept telling them it wouldn't work, but they were too stubborn to listen so she left them to it.

Finally, the big day arrived and the entire school assembled on the front steps and grounds of the castle, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the students from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons.

'Aha!' Evey heard from the top of the steps after they all had been waiting ten minutes. She turned to see Dumbledore smiling as he stared straight out ahead of him.

'Unless I am very much mistaken, the delegation from Beauxbatons approaches!'

Everyone turned and scanned the horizon like mad, trying to see what Dumbledore was seeing. Finally Evey spotted an ever-growing dot over the top of the Forbidden Forest.

'There!' she yelled, pointing over the trees.

Everyone looked in the direction where she was pointing. Whatever it was, it was coming fast and it was damn big. Theories of what it might be were shouted back and forth (one first year even insisting it was a dragon), but all were proven wrong as a huge, powder blue, horse-drawn carriage the size of a small house got ever closer. Twelve massive winged palominos pulled it through the air and down to the ground, startling several students.

The door swung open and a boy (a very pretty boy, Evey noted) hopped out and pulled down a set of golden steps. Seconds later, an enormous woman stepped into sight. Evey was reminded of Hagrid's huge stature and wondered if this woman was part giant like they all thought Hagrid was.

After a quick, polite greeting from Dumbledore, the woman--whose name was Madame Maxime--waved her hand towards the carriage and Evey watched as at least a dozen ridiculously attractive boys and girls hopped out of the carriage.

One boy in particular caught her attention--six feet tall, with shaggy, dirty blonde hair and fair skin. She couldn't determine his eye colour in the dark, but somehow she just knew they'd be blue. The boy beside him said something in his ear and he laughed. Oh, what a laugh! It was like music to Evey's ears. He was absolutely gorgeous, and Evey found herself immediately smitten with him. She watched as if in a daze as he and his classmates walked inside behind their Headmistress.

Her eyes stayed glued to the spot where he disappeared, and her mind barely registered the fact that the Durmstrang students had arrived until Angie elbowed her in the side.

'Ow!' she yelped as she turned towards her friend, rubbing her very sore ribs. 'What the bloody hell was that for?'

'Did you not see who just passed by?' she hissed. 'Krum! Viktor Krum!'

Evey whipped her head around to look for the Quidditch star, her ears finally registering the students hushed conversations. She caught sight of the back of his head as he entered the school, the Hogwarts students crowding in behind him. Angie, Alicia, Katie and Patty practically dragged Evey through the crowd to try to get to Krum, frantically searching their robe pockets as they walked.

'Oh I don't believe it!' Alicia whined. 'I haven't got a single quill on me!'

'D'you think he'd sign my hat in lipstick?' Patty asked no one in particular as she held her gray stocking hat in one hand and a tube of red lipstick in the other.

Evey rolled her eyes, 'You two are like children. Honestly!'

As her friends all tried to catch a glimpse of Krum during dinner, Evey's eyes searched the Ravenclaw table for a glimpse of that gorgeous French boy she had seen earlier, but she couldn't see him through the crowd. She groaned in frustration and tried unsuccessfully to focus on her dinner. This was gonna be a very long eight months.

To Evey's disappointment, her mystery boy was a seventh year and therefore he was in none of her classes. Every mealtime she craned her neck to look for him, but, from behind, all the beautiful French boys looked exactly the same. After a few weeks, she gave up trying to look for him. Her school work was suffering from her inattention and her friends were complaining about how distracted she was. Obviously, meeting her fantasy man wasn't meant to be.

One night, before curfew, Evey was in the library doing some homework; she usually did this in the common room, but after the whole disaster with Harry Potter - a fourth year - somehow getting chosen as a Triwizard Champion, things at Hogwarts (most notably in the Gryffindor common room) were tense. She was working on an assignment about Giant Wars for her worst subject, History of Magic. Her teacher, Binns, was unrelenting on the length of their homework, making students rewrite if their essay was even half an inch shorter than what he'd asked for but after two hours of writing, making the letters as big as she dared, Evey was still a good five inches short of the expected twenty four inches.

'Bloody hell!' she groaned as she threw her quill onto her table and dug the heels of her hands into her eyes.

Evey heard a light chuckle from behind her and whipped around so fast she almost flung herself out of her chair. And there he was--her mystery boy. It took all her strength not to swoon; he was even more handsome up close. And she had been right--his eyes were blue!

' 'aving trouble?' he said softly.

Evey was too shocked to speak so she just nodded.

'Weech subject?' he asked as he took the seat beside her.

'Oh, um, er, H-History of Magic--Giant Wars,' she said, trying not to stutter.

The boy's face widened with an amazing smile, 'Ah, yes, ze Giant Wars. Not exactly exciting, non? I 'ad thees assignment last year.'

All she could do was nod in response as she tried to get her brain to put together a coherent sentence.

He shook his head lightly, sending his shaggy hair flying. ' 'ow sillee of me--I have not introduced myself. Dax LeClerc.'

He held out his hand and Evey shook it, thinking how amazing his name was and how perfectly it fit him.

After shaking hands for a few moments, Dax laughed, 'Do you 'ave a name, too?'

'Oh!' Evey said, feeling her face flush with embarrassment. She was behaving like those silly little Third Years did when Viktor Krum was nearby.

'Pull yourself together, girl,' she told herself firmly.

'I'm sorry--I'm Evelyn Collins, but my friends call me Evey.'

'A pleasure to make your acquaintance, mademoiselle,' Dax said as he bent and kissed the back of Evey's hand.

The overwhelming urge to swoon was becoming stronger but she fought it back, finally thankful for all the deportment lessons her mother forced upon her as her social graces returned to her.

'So, Eevee,' Dax said as he gently released her hand, 'would you like some assistance on your essay?'

'Um, yes, I would, thank you,' she said, smiling widely.

Forty five minutes later, Evey measured her parchment carefully and was thrilled to find that, with Dax's help, she now had five inches more than she needed.

'Wow, Dax, thank you so much for your help!' she said, carefully rolling her parchment and placing it in her knapsack.

'Eet was my pleasure, Eevee,' Dax said in that sexy French brogue that sent shivers down Evey's spine.

'Alright, you two--ten minutes to curfew; time to leave,' Madam Pince said as she poked her head around a bookshelf.

The two students nodded and gathered their belongings, quickly leaving the library.

'She ees a bit…'ow do you say?…uptight, non?' Dax said as they strolled towards the stairs.

Evey laughed, 'Yes, she is, but after so many years, you get used to it.'

Dax chuckled and the two began to ascend the stairs. They spoke about the classes they were each taking as they waited for one of the staircases to swing in their direction. When they reached the top, he paused.

'Thees ees me,' he said, gesturing to the hall behind him.

'Oh, right. You're staying in the Eagles' Nest, right?'

'Ze what?'

'Eagles' Nest. Its what some of the older students call Ravenclaw Tower. We have nicknames for all the Houses here. Ravenclaw is the Eagles' Nest, Gryffindor is the Lions' Den, Slytherin is the Snakes' Pit, and Hufflepuff is the Badgers' Sett. This is what happens when we're bored in class,' Evey ended with a laugh.

Dax laughed, 'Eet ees indeed very clever.'

The laughter fizzled out and ended in an awkward silence. Evey felt an almost irresistible urge to run and hide in her dorm, but she stood her ground.

'So,' Dax finally said, 'Eef you need 'elp weeth your 'omework again, I would be 'appy to assist.'

'Oh, thank you,' Evey said.

'Well, bonne nuit, mademoiselle,' Dax said, bowing slightly, 'rêves plaisants.'

It was the second time tonight that Evey was grateful to her parents - this time for forcing her to take French lessons for five years.

'Bonne nuit à vous aussi bien, monsieur,' she said flawlessly, making Dax smile widely.

'Jusqu'à ce que nous nous réunissions encore,' he said, then turned and swaggered down the corridor and out of sight.

Evey waited until he couldn't hear his footsteps anymore then sprinted all the way back to the Gryffindor common room, where she found her usual crew sitting on the couches and talking.

'Well, look what the cat dragged in,' Fred said as Evey came into view.

Angie, who was beside him, sat straight up in her seat, her narrowed eyes trained on Evey. 'Something's happened. Spill.'

'I have no idea what you're talking about,' Evey said, attempting to act casual as she sat in the free spot beside George.

Alicia gasped. 'You're lying! You look like the cat that got the cream. You have to tell us!'

Evey sighed, and subtly looked at the Twins and Lee as she said 'There's nothing to tell.'

Angie and Alicia immediately caught on, quickly said something about being tired, then dragged Evey all the way up to the Sixth-Year dormitory.

'Now tell us!' Angie practically screamed as soon as the door latched shut.

'What is she telling us?' Patty said from her bed where she was studying.

'She has a secret! Something happened between the time she left for the library a few hours ago and now,' Alicia said as she forced Evey to sit on her bed and the others sat around her.

Evey had to bite back a laugh; Angie, Alicia, and Patty looked like kids on Christmas Eve! With a sigh, she told them all about what had transpired at the library. Alicia squealed when Evey told them about her and Dax saying "good night" to each other in French, and Angie had to cover her head with a pillow to quiet her down.

'You MUST ask him to go to Hogsmeade with you!' Angie said.

'What? No, he was just being friendly,' Evey said, brushing the suggestion off.

'Oh bullocks!'

'Angelina! Language! You've been spending way too much time with Fred,' Evey admonished as Alicia and Patty laughed.

And just like that, topic of conversation turned from Evey to Angie, a twist that Evey was quite happy about, although her own thoughts remained with Dax as she wondered when she'd see him again.

French Translations (according to Babel Fish):

Well, good night, mademoiselle,' Dax said, bowing slightly, pleasant dreams.'

It was the first time Evey was ever grateful that her parents forced her to take French lessons for five years.

Good night to you, as well, monsieur,' she said flawlessly, making Dax smile widely.

Until we meet again,' he said, then turned and swaggered down the corridor and out off sight.

Oooh! Hot French boy! And to those who haven't figured this out already, I'm going by the books, not the movies (which are truly fucking things up); yes, there were boys from Beauxbatons and girls from Durmstang. I suck at French (don't speak a word of it, in fact) so online translators did the job for me--hope it was ok. So, as an incentive to review, I offer those that do one hour with the character of your choice in the R.O.R. If you really want, I'll even write it for you (a oneshot of course)--just give me the info. Hope to hear from you all soon :-)