A/N: Too busy to post a story :( School's occupying my time. But I think, I'd be posting two or three chapters before Christmas (I already have a chapter for that special day)

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Warning: This story wasn't checked. There might be a lot of mistakes.

The older Weasleys really confused the younger ones. They have been hinting about things concerning the coming school year which drove the others mad.

Their questions were answered when they arrived at Hogwarts.

There will be a Triwizard Tournament.

"The Triwizard Tournament was first established some seven hundred years ago as a friendly competition between the three largest European schools of wizardry: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang. A champion was selected to represent each school, and the three champions competed in three magical tasks. The schools took it in turns to host the tournament once every five years, and it was generally agreed to be a most excellent way of establishing ties between young witches and wizards of different nationalities — until, that is, the death toll mounted so high that the tournament was discontinued."Albus Dumbledore announced.

Hermione was appalled. "Death Toll?" she whispered. She wasn't able to concentrate on whatever their Headmaster was saying because of the guys sitting beside her. Fred was whispering eagerly at his brother, telling him that they really should join the tournament. This brought another wave of dread to Hermione. Fred would surely be injured, harmed or worse, dead. She felt her stomach tightened at the idea.

"Are you alright Hermione?" Harry asked. He was sitting across from her, worry etched on his face. His question caught Fred's attention. He was now surveying her as well. Hermione mentally groaned.

"Yes Harry. I'm fine." Hermione managed to smile despite the fact that she's now a bit flustered.

"You sure?" Fred whispered in her ear, which caused Hermione to shudder because of the sudden closeness.

"Yes." She whispered breathlessly.

"You don't seem okay to me." Fred gently rubbed Hermione's back hoping to ease the tension she was feeling. The truth was, it only made things worse for Hermione. She shivered and then blushed which quickly made Harry and Fred even more worried.

"I said I'm okay." Hermione snapped. Fred's hand froze. Hermione sighed. "I'm sorry Fred." She whispered apologetically. Fred shrugged and placed his hand on her waist, squeezing it gently. "It's fine Hermione." He smiled at her genuinely, which made her blush, again.

She seemed to be more prone to blushing and acting like a lovesick teenager every time Fred is around. How can Hermione be so lucky to receive such attention from Fred Weasley? And yet so unlucky to have said attention because it only confuses her A LOT. Aside from the kiss they have shared, and his constant flirting and caring for her, Fred never told her directly that he fancies her. Hermione didn't know what to think. She didn't really think of being in a relationship with him as of the moment because she's only fourteen for goodness' sake! However, knowing his feelings would surely bring indescribable amount of happiness and of course, assurance.

Hermione was brought out of her thoughts when she heard Fred's loud voice. "They can't stop me." he hissed. She looked at him confusedly. He was looking at Dumbledore who in turn was looking at him with an amused glint in his eyes.

Hermione turned back to Fred and asked, "What did he say?" Fred looked at her with a frown and answered, "He said that there's an age restriction. Only those who are already seventeen can participate." Hermione's heavy heart suddenly lifted a bit. At least none of her friends can join the tournament. No one will be hurt. She smiled.

"And why are you so happy about that?" an irritated Fred asked.

"I just . . . I just think it's a good thing." Hermione mumbled. Fred raised a brow, waiting for further explanation. When Hermione did not clarify her side, Fred frowned even more. "And why is it a good thing? Haven't you heard how much the prize is? A thousand Galleons Hermione! It's a big amount which can surely help us!" When he mentioned the word us, both of them blushed. That sounded like he was talking about the two of them- like a married couple or something a bit closer to that. "I mean, George and I, and of course, the family."

"It's not that." Hermione protested weakly.

"Then what?"

"It's dangerous and-" She wasn't able to finish her explanation because Fred interrupted her.

" You think we're not- that I AM not capable of winning? Oh, so you don't have much faith in me Hermione? You think I can't handle myself?" he said hotly.

"Well, just let me finish first before you start biting my head off?!" Hermione snapped. Fred was taken aback by her outburst. "I don't want anyone of you to join because it's dangerous. I know the prize would really be helpful. I know you can handle yourself. I trust you." She continued softly. Fred's previous anger was now replaced with guilt. He wasn't looking at Hermione. Instead, he was determinedly looking at his lap. "I just don't want you to get hurt- I mean all of you." She added hastily. After that, she stayed silent, hoping that Fred wouldn't get angry at her. When she looked up at him, she saw that he was smiling sadly.

"I'm sorry." He whispered as he took her hand.

Hermione smiled. "It's alright."

As they walked back to the Gryffindor Tower, the boys started talking about the competition, again. Hermione thought that they would not even think about entering after what Dumbledore told them about the age restriction. Well, she was of course, wrong.

"Sounds to me like once this judge knows who wants to enter, he'll choose the best from each school and never mind how old they are. Dumbledore's trying to stop us giving our names." Fred told Ron who told them that the Headmaster knew that Fred and George weren't of age yet.

"People have died, though!" said Hermione in a worried voice as they walked through a door concealed behind a tapestry and started up another, narrower staircase.

"Yeah," said Fred airily, "but that was years ago, wasn't it? Anyway, where's the fun without a bit of risk?" he barely glanced at Hermione as he answered her. It's as if their talk at the Great Hall didn't happen at all. He then turned to his brother and Harry who were as eager as they were. "Hey, Ron, what if we find out how to get 'round Dumbledore? Fancy entering?"

"What d'you reckon?" Ron asked Harry. "Be cool to enter, wouldn't it? But I s'pose they might want someone older. . . . Dunno if we've learned enough. . . ."

Hermione sighed. There's nothing else she could do. Although she knew that it would be impossible for them to enter because of the age restriction and because Dumbledore said so, Hermione couldn't stop herself from worrying. The twins, Harry and Ron weren't known for their smart and rational actions right? They might do something stupid.

So here it is. There isn't much Fremione here.I just love writing something about the trio. Sorry if you expected something sweet. Anyway, please review. :))) I just want to know what you think. Help me to improve.