A/N: YAY! Second chapter posted in a single day! This is a present from me to you. :) Hope you like it. Again, Happy Christmas!

Disclaimer: Not mine.

It was already the Halloween feast- days after the arrival of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. They were excited to know who would be the Triwizard Champions. Although they decided to go to the Great Hall earlier than necessary, they found out half of the students' population was already there. It wasn't surprising. Everyone's too excited and anxious to know who would be the three 'fortunate' competitors.

Hermione looked around. She saw that some of the older students were already as pale as Malfoy. They obviously put their names in the Goblet of Fire.

Speaking of putting names in the Goblet, Hermione scanned the Gryffindor Table to look for Fred. They've been on speaking terms this past few days. Fred ignored her again after their unfortunate attempt at joining the competition. But that morning, Fred greeted her a cheerful good morning which made her choke on the juice she was drinking.

She didn't see him around so maybe he was still at the common room with George. Hermione frowned. Maybe they were still trying to get in the competition. 'Idiots,' she muttered under her breath.

"What was that Hermione?" Harry asked her good-naturedly. "Oh. That was nothing." She smiled at her best friend.

After a few minutes, Fred and George finally arrived. Fred sat beside Hermione and George beside his twin. He smiled at her and she smiled back.

"Hope it's Angelina," said Fred. Hermione looked at him and saw that he was looking at Angelina with a smile on his face. She felt her heart tightened. 'Of course, it's going to be dear Angelina. NOT YOU.'

"Yeah." She muttered, not bothering to hide the lack of enthusiasm in her reply. Fred removed his gaze from the Quidditch Chaser and looked at Hermione with a frown. "Is there something wrong?" he asked.

Hermione just shook her head. Knowing that Fred would pester her if she didn't explain herself, she just pretended to listen to Ron talk about something Hermione couldn't really understand.

"Well, the goblet is almost ready to make its decision," said Dumbledore. "I estimate that it requires one more minute. Now, when the champions' names are called, I would ask them please to come up to the top of the Hall, walk along the staff table, and go through into the next chamber" — he indicated the door behind the staff table — "where they will be receiving their first instructions."

They all held their breath as they waited for the Goblet to decide who would be the Triwizard Champions. When the Goblet released the first paper which holds the name of the first champion, everyone didn't speak that you could possibly hear all over the hall Ron's stomach growling when he's hungry.

"The champion for Durmstrang," he read, in a strong, clear voice, "will be Viktor Krum." Almost everyone cheered at that. There were only a few students who groaned as Krum's name was called.

"No surprise there!" Ron yelled as he clapped loudly. Hermione rolled her eyes. The guy could pass as Krum's mother –a very proud mother.

When they all quieted down and another paper shot out of the Goblet, Dumbledore took it and announced, "The champion for Beauxbatons," said Dumbledore, "is Fleur Delacour!"

"It's her!" Ron shouted enthusiastically. Hermione looked at the girl he was pointing. That was the girl Ron fancies.

When Fleur vanished inside the room the Champions were supposed to stay, the last paper flew out of the Goblet. Whoever it was, Hermione was hoping that they'd be able to surpass all trials.

"The Hogwarts champion," he called, "is Cedric Diggory!"

"YES!" Hermione cheered even before she could stop herself at the same time Ron shouted a loud no. But dread suddenly crept on her skin as she realized the consequences of Cedric's participation in the tournament.

Cedric's a friend. She couldn't take it if something bad would happen to him.

"Excellent!" Dumbledore called happily as at last the tumult died down. "Well, we now have our three champions. I am sure I can count upon all of you, including the remaining students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, to give your champions every ounce of support you can muster. By cheering your champion on you will contribute in a very real —"

He didn't even finished his speech when another paper flew out of the Goblet. Everyone looked confused. That's impossible.

Dumbledore took the paper and looked at it for a long time. Everyone held their breath.

"Harry Potter."

Hermione's eyes widened. It couldn't be. She started shaking as she looked at her best friend. That's impossible. Harry couldn't compete. And as she searched his face, Hermione realized one thing- it wasn't Harry who put his name in the Goblet.

"Harry Potter." Dumbledore repeated. Harry seemed to be glued to his seat. Hermione placed a comforting hand on his shoulder and whispered, "Go."

Although she felt really sick for even letting the poor boy go through all of the things that would surely come his way, she didn't know what else to do. Hermione just have to trust Dumbledore on this one.

*.*.*.*

As they walked back to their tower, Ron and Hermione had a fight. The idiot believed that Harry really put his name in the Goblet and didn't even bother telling him. Ron believed Harry wanted all the glory to himself which made Hermione almost as angry as Voldemort. Not wanting to further talk to her friend, Hermione decided to just walk with Fred and George.

"He should have told us that he's planning to enter the tournament." Fred said, torn between being irritated and awed with the situation.

"What?!" Hermione hissed.

"What what?" Fred asked confusedly.

"You believed Harry really entered the tournament?"

Fred snorted. "Of course he did!"

"He didn't!"

"He did!"

"No!"

"Will you two stop it!" George groaned as he walked farther from the two. Fred and Hermione ignored him and just continued with glaring at each other.

"I know Harry. He wouldn't want the attention and you know it!" she snapped.

"How would I know?! Maybe he did. He just didn't tell you!"

"Harry would have told me if he wanted to!"

Fred's jaw clenched. What was the problem of this guy? "Of course," he muttered dangerously. His cold voice made Hermione shiver. "he would. Wouldn't he? He'd tell you everything. You're 'very close' aren't you? Best friends? Hell, you're even more than that." He walked away after that, leaving a gaping and frozen Hermione.

What was his problem? Just a few seconds ago, they were fighting about Harry entering or not entering the tournament. And then the next, he just accused her of being in a relationship with Harry.

MERLIN HELP HER!

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