The First Task

Chapter eight

I had an awesome meet, so I decided to update!

Oh my god. The first task has come, and I'm freaking out. Sitting up in the stands was incredibly nerve racking.

"He's gonna die! He's gonna die!" I kept muttering to myself.

"Calm down, Haylee. Harry's gonna be OK." Ginny reassured me.

Giving her a small nod, turned again so I was facing the arena.I I kept telling myself he wouldn't make it.

"Where's Hermione?" Ron asked.

"I think she went to tell, Harry good luck." Ginny answered.

"Oh."

Pretty soon Hermione came back and sat down in between Ron and me.

"How's Harry?" I asked her.

"Nervous and scared." Came the reply.

I nodded and the cannon went off. The task had begun.

Cedric was first and, eh, had to go up against a Swedish Short-Snout. That's not that bad of a dragon, not as bad as a Horntail. I really hope Harry didn't pick that one. But with his luck, he probably did. Cedric got the egg pretty easily, as did Krum and Fleur. Then Harry came out. I was really scared for him. No way could he get the egg.

There were many screams while Harry tried to get the egg, however, after many attempts, he had succeeded. Every Gryffindor was ecstatic. There was going to be a party tonight. I could feel it.

I was right, there was a party. A huge party.

"Harry, I know I was being an ass to you for awhile. I'm sorry." I apologized.

"No biggie, Haylee. You're my sister, we're aloud to hate each other every once in a while." Harry smiled.

"Are we OK now?" I asked.

"Yeah, we're good." He answered.

"Good." I said giving my brother a great big bear hug.

Later that night, Ron, too, had apologized. They were all buddy buddy as well. Everything was getting back to normal. Or so I thought.

-

The next day the entire hall was abuzz with what had happened at the first task. Just as I was about to dig into the food in front of me, a copy of the Daily Prophet was slammed right before my eyes.

"Hey, what the hell's going on?" I asked Hermione, her face fuming.

"Look at this!" She shouted." She's done it again. Ms. Granger, a plan but ambitious girl seems to be developing a taste for famous wizards. Her latest prey as sources report is none other than the Bulgarian bob-bon, Viktor Krum. No word on how Harry Potter is taking this latest emotional blow."

"That Rita Skeeter is a bitch." I mumbled taking a bite of my French toast.

"Oh there's more, Haylee." Hermione added." Turn to the next page. She got you too."

"What are you talking about, Hermione," I paused mid sentence." You're joking right?"

"Hey, Potter!" Marcus Flint shouted from the table behind us.

"What?" I asked turning around.

"See the prophet this morning?" He asked showing off those horrendous teeth of his.

He really needs to see a dentist

"What's he talking about, Haylee?" Harry asked me snatching the paper away.

"Nothing." I answered taking it back.

"Come on, Haylee, it can't be that bad." Ron said.

"Oh, it can." Flint smirked.

"Leave her alone, Flint." Draco told him.

"Aw, Draco, you're sticking up for your girl, that's so cute." He smiled.

"What the hell is he talking about, Haylee?" Harry asked angrily.

"I have no clue," I lied." Listen Flint, I have no fucking idea where that picture came from. Who knows how it came up, but I do know, it's not real."

"Oh, it's real all right." He said.

"Its photo shopped." I told him.

"I don't think so." He laughed.

Grrr. I hate this guy

Harry stole the prophet from my hand and looked at the picture. I don't know who took it, but remember that night after the champion selection I went out to the court yard, and I thought I heard a clicking noise? Well, I guess it wasn't my imagination after all.

"Haylee, what the hell is this?" Harry asked.

Ripping the paper from his hands, I crumpled it up into a small ball and placed it in my palm. Within moments the paper burst into flames.

"What the hell is what?" I sneered.

"Oh, feisty," Flint noted." I like that in a girl."

Is he hitting on me? Ew!

"Shut the fuck up, man," I told him turning back in my seat." I hate Slytherins."

"Don't we all?" Ron asked.

"Some more so than others." I grumbled.

"Package for you Mr. Weasley." A small boy said to Ron as he carried a large package to him.

"Ah, thank you, Nigel," Ron smiled, but Nigel just stood there." Not now, Nigel, maybe later." He walked away.

"What was that about?" Hermione asked.

"I promised Nigel I'd get him Harry's autograph," Ron answered opening the box." Oh, look, mom's sent me something. She sent me a dress."

"It does match your eyes," Harry laughed." Is there a bonnet? Ah ha." He held it up to Ron.

"Clothes down, Harry," Ron instructed." Ginny, these must be for you."

"I'm not wearing that, it's ghastly." She replied.

Hermione and I giggled.

"There not for Ginny." I said to him.

"They're for you," Hermione finished. Everyone laughed." There dress robes."

"Dress robes?" He asked." For what?"

-

Every Gryffindor was ordered to go down to the Great Hall to have a chat with Professor McGonagall. Boys were on one side and the girls were on the other.

"The Yule Ball has been a tradition of the Triwizard Tournament since its inception. On Christmas Eve night, we and our guests gather in the Great Hall for a night of well mannered frivolity. As representatives of the host school, I expect each and everyone of you to put your best foot forward, and I mean this literally because the Yule Ball is first and for most, a dance." McGonagall said to us.

All of the girls started freaking out, the boys, on the other hand, did not.

"Silence," McGonagall shouted," The house of Godric Gryffindor has commanded the respect of the Wizard World for nearly ten centuries. I will not have you and the course of a single evening by behaving like a babbling, bumbling, band of baboons."

"Good luck with that." I muttered. Hermione and Angelina laughed silently next to me.

"Now to dance is to make the body breathe. Inside every girl, a secret swan slumbers, longing to burst forth and take flight. Inside every boy a lordly lion prepared to prance. Mr. Weasley, if you could join me please?"

We all snickered as she pulled him up to the front.

"Now, put you hand on my waist." She instructed.

"What?" He asked.

"My waist." She said again.

Ron followed instructions and I let out a loud whistle. He glared over at me. I waved back. Mr. Filch started the music and they started dancing. Well, not really dancing, just going over the steps. You get what I mean.

"The twins are never gonna let him live this down are they?" I asked Hermione.

"Never gonna live it down." She laughed.

This should be fun

The next couple days were hectic to say the least. Between all of the guys that were scared to ask out a girl to the ball, and all the girls squealing every time they were asked by a boy, I thought I was going to explode.

Hermione and I were sitting in the library, returning some books we had borrowed, when two boys from Dumstrang approached us. One happened to be Viktor Krum.

"Would you please come to the ball with me?" He asked Hermione.

"I would love to." She smiled.

The other boy turned to me.

"Would you go to the ball with me?" He was rather cute, short brown hair and dark brown eyes. I think his name was Toby, yeah that was his name.

"Yes." I answered.

Both of them kissed the top of our hands and left the library. When they were out of sight Hermione let out a loud squeal.

"Viktor Krum just asked me to the Yule Ball." She said happily.

"Yeah, he did." I agreed.

"Who was the guy that asked you?" She asked.

"His name's Toby." I answered.

"How do you know that?"

"I just know," I told her." We need to get dresses. We are going all out."

"That we are." She stated.

Hermione and I had managed to get permission to go to Hogsmeade to findn dresses. Hers was a light pink dress that had small sleaves. It looked so pretty on her. My dress was a red halter dress. I loved it. We were gonna rock this ball!

-

Don't you just love study hall? No, me neither. Snape was walking around making sure that we were working on our potions essays. Ron kept on saying how he and Harry didn't get a date yet. How sad. I shook my head when Harry and Ron got in trouble by Snape, again. Thank god I was almost done with my essay. As soon as I was, I was getting outta there.

"Hey Hermione, you're a girl. Wanna go to the-." Snape hit him again." It's one thing for a boy to show up alone, for a girl it's just sad."

That was a mistake.

"I won't be going alone because believe it or not someone's asked me," She told him." And I said yes." Giving Snape her essay, she stormed out of the hall.

"What about you, Haylee?" Ron asked turning to me.

"Sorry, Ron, I have a date, too," I answered giving Snape my essay as well." You might want to find someone quick, the dance is tomorrow."

The Yule Ball is next! I hope you all are excited, I am.
I'm going to post a picture of Haylee's dress on my profile.

Now in the movie you know how the Weird Sisters sing, well, I think that there should be so karaoke. I mean come in, who doesn't love karaoke? Anyway, two people are gonna sing a duet. *Nudge nudge, wink wink * I was thinking they should sing I Hate That I Love You.
What do you guys think about that? If you have any other ideas let me know. If I don't get any, I'll stick to that one.

Oh, and it will be in third person. Just giving you the heads up.