Title: Harry Snape And The Goblet Of Fire

Rating: K

Summary: This is the sequel to Harry Snape And The Prisoner of Azkaban. Harry Snape enters his fourth year with the school hosting a grand tournament and Harry finds danger around every corner.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters but I do like to play with them.

To Everyone: Sorry about the delay in updating, my mother is doing this at-home course on-line and I find it hard to be able to get on. But like I promised this is the update and sorry for the wait.

Chapter 8: The Quidditch World Cup

After lunch the group headed down to buy something that they could remember the event by. Harry was really excited about this and didn't at all feel bad that the Dursley's didn't have any taste.

"How about we buy these," Hermione suggested, pointing to a silver device that had lots of knobs and things.

"Omioculars," James said and picked one up, "Good choice."

Harry bought enough for everyone and then they went to get something to show their support of Ireland.

"Well isn't it Snape," taunted the familiar voice of Ron Weasley.

Harry and Hermione turned to see Ron standing there, looking smug.

"And what do you want?" Hermione asked him.

"Just wondering why the little Know-it-all is at the World Cup," Ron said, "I bet you had to dumb down your parents so that they would understand."

"Shove off, Weasley," Harry snarled.

Ron laughed at him, "Is that the best that you can do, Snape?"

"How about I have a hand at the insult department," said James and Sirius was glaring at him.

Ron gave Harry a nasty look and then moved on.

"What's his problem?" Sirius asked.

"You don't want to know," Harry said to him.

The horn sounded and Harry, Hermione, and the others headed for the stadium where the match would take place. Harry at once forgot about what Ron said as they entered and saw how splendid it was. The stadium was larger then the pitch that he played and everything glittered like diamonds. Even Hermione was impressed and it was hard to impress her.

"Tickets, please," said a Ministry official.

Sirius handed her the tickets and she told them to go as high as they could go.

"Thanks," Sirius said and the four of them continued their ascension.

When they finally arrived Fudge was there and he was trying to talk to another man, at least Harry thought he was trying to talk to him. He kept doing strange hand motions.

"Hello Harry," Fudge said, "I would like for you to meet the Bulgarian Minster of Magic. I don't really know if I'm actually talking to him as he doesn't understand an ounce of English."

He then tried to introduce Harry and the rest and once the Bulgarian Minister of Magic saw Harry's scar he got all excited.

"I knew we would end up there," Fudge said.

"Sometimes I really hate having this scar," Harry told them, "I can't go anywhere and even men that can't speak English know about me."

Hermione patted him on the shoulder and they settled down.

The match started and Harry saw the Seeker named Victor Krum (Sorry if I didn't spell his name right) and at once he was jealous especially with the fact that Hermione was watching his every move.

"Calm down," Sirius warned, "You don't want your fangs to come out and then there will be problems."

"Fine," Harry muttered but he still hated the fact that Hermione was watching Krum like he was some kind of God.

Finally the match was over and Harry had to admit that he hadn't had fun. Everyone was excited that Ireland had won but Harry was in no mood to celebrate. Hermione noticed this.

"Are you alright, Harry?" Hermione asked him.

Harry wanted to say yes but now he knew that this would be a good time as any.

"Can I have a word with you," Harry asked her.

"Sure," Hermione said and he led her out of the stadium and near the woods. "What is it?"

Harry sighed, "Hermione, I'm in-love with you," he confessed.

Hermione stared at him, shocked and then she said, "I don't know if I'm in-love with you. You've always been my friend."

"I know," Harry said, "But I feel drawn to you and sometimes that makes me act stupid."

"Harry, you're not stupid," Hermione told him, "And there's nothing wrong with being in-love with someone."

"It is if that person cares nothing for you," Harry told her, "Please, sometimes I feel like I'm turning dark and I hate it."

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked.

"Remember Professor Lupin," Harry said.

"Yes."

"He's a vampire and he bit me," Harry confessed.

Hermione gasped in shock and then asked, "Is that when you started being drawn to me?"

"Yes," Harry said, "I didn't have feelings for you before but now I do."

"Do other people know?" Hermione asked him.

"Yes, except Weasley," Harry said, "I'm afraid that he would use the information against me, to get me expelled."

"Well I'm not going to let that happen," Hermione vowed.

"Thanks," Harry said, "Oh I've got something for you."

Hermione looked at him as she produced the gift that his mother had left for him. "Put it on and don't take it off."

"Why?"

"Because it will protect you from death," Harry told her and then he did something rash, he kissed her and it felt like heaven.

That was until Ron showed up and ruined it.

A/N: Stupid Ron, don't we all hate him. Next up: The Dark Mark and Harry hits his mark.