That night Hermione tucked herself in tight and dreamt of a gray storm. The storm was oddly comforting. But she awoke not as comforted. Mostly Hermione was confused as she fluttered her eyes open. What had happened last night? How did things get so weird so fast?

Hermione awoke early to help Mrs. Weasley get everything ready. Her first task was to get everyone up. Hermione climbed the stairs of the burrow. She reached the twins' room first. They were already up when she knocked on their door.

Fred poked his head out. "Hey Hermione we're up. We'll be down in a minute."

BOOM! Smoke seeped out of the twins' room. Fred glanced behind him then looked back at Hermione. "Bye." With that he shut the door on her. Hermione knew he wasn't trying to be rude.

She skipped the older boys' rooms. She knew they were already up. They had been downstairs with her earlier helping Mrs. Weasley prepare for breakfast. Hermione quite liked the two older Weasleys. They were very kind and much on her maturity level.

Bill was more buisnessy than his brother Charlie. But not as much as Percy. Who was always keeping himself distanced from his family lately over stupid politcal reasons. Not something Bill would ever do. Bill did have a fun side to him too. It was more quirky than Charlie's fun side though.

Charlie was all fun, the rebel bad boy with a big heart. He had an endless amount of tattoos covering his body. He worked with dragons which Hermione found quite interesting. He was a good guy. He was definitely fun-loving. He was all about a good time. Hermione could see why he had chosen to work with dragons for a living. It was so him.

So she skipped over the older boys' rooms and headed straight for the next room, Harry and Ron's room. She didn't even bother knocking she just walked right in.

Hermione approached Ron's snoring form first. "Wake up, Ronald." She snapped, clapping her hands in front of his face.

"Breakfast is ready." Ron shot up out of bed and cowered sleepily at Hermione, shoving all his covers up over him to cover himself. This made Hermione roll her eyes and giggle a bit under her breath. Ridiculous.

"Stop being absurd." Hermione reprimanded. "Wake up. You're mother says breakfast is ready. And don't go back to sleep." With that she walked out of the room and straight down the stairs to help Mrs. Weasley set the table for breakfast. The entire gang came trudging down that stairs and sat down at the table for breakfast. Ginny sat down directly next to Hermione.

"Well I kind of noticed you disappeared last night," smirked Ginny evilly. It was quite a scary look for the youngest Weasley. Hermione didn't like the way she said disappeared. She knew what direction Ginny was going with this, and it didn't look good. "You kissed Diggory!" she exclaimed quietly so no one could hear but Hermione.

Hermione completely ignored it. Ginny wouldn't dare say that any louder. That would be taking a risk that the boys would hear it. Ginny wouldn't do that. So Hermione ate the rest of her breakfast and didn't even look Ginny's way, pretending she didn't hear what Ginny had said even though they both new Hermione had in fact heard what Ginny said. Hermione should be nervous this cued to Ginny that she did in fact kiss Ced, even though she didn't. But she was too emotionally exhausted to deal with this ridiculous accusation and conversation in general. So she stayed quiet until breakfast was over.

The group was taking a portkey to the Quidditch World Cup. Hermione had obviously researched portkeys; upon finding out this was their method of travel and previous to the occasion, at the Weasley's house by reading some books and talking to the older Weasleys. They were quite fascinating. It could be any ordinary object. Upon touching the object you get transported to a location pre-determined previously by the caster.

"You kissed Diggory last night and you can't run from me now." Ginny said in a normal tone now that we had hung back from the rest of the group and no one could hear her. Also, Ginny knew Hermione couldn't escape now.

"No I didn't. Why would you think that?" Hermione said back, slightly annoyed.

"What do you mean? Nothing happened!" Ginny exclaimed! "You spent two hours alone with him and you're trying to tell me nothing happened?" Ginny stared at her in disbelief.

"No." Hermione replied. "I'm telling you nothing happened because nothing did and you aren't believing me. We just talked. That's possible you know. To talk to someone because they're fun to have a conversation with." Hermione was getting really really ticked off with her right now.

"That's a lie Hermione Granger. I don't understand why you won't tell me." She said angrily but Hermione could tell she was really hurt. Ginny was always yearning for some romance. Even if it wasn't her own. But she wasn't going to find it with Hermione.

"Enough." Hermione stated strongly. But she was cut off by Mr. Weasley. And thus their conversation came to an abrupt end... Thankfully.

"Amos!" called Mr. Weasley. "Good to see you again. Such a nice sunny day. Umm… Where's…." Just then Cedric dropped suddenly from the tree above and landed perfectly on his feet.

"Ah, there you are lad." smiled Mr. Weasley as they shook hands. Then he fell back and into pace with Ginny and Hermione.

"Hello Ginny." he smiled. "How are you?"

"I'm quite fine." she said smiling. "And you?"

"I'm fantastic." he replied. "Had a nice night at your house last night. The company was….Nice." Hermione returned the smile he was giving to her. Ginny rolled her eyes and smirked. Then she fell back to whisper with Ron and Harry. Ron looked irked and that was probably because he was tired and this was too early for him, even if it was for Quidditch.

"So Granger," he smiled snapping Hermione out of her thoughts, "who are you rooting for today? I know you told me you hate Quidditch, but you must be rooting for someone." he asked.

"Ireland." Hermione beamed; it was her Irish pride.

"They're going down." he moaned, "with Krum playing for Bulgaria."

"Whatever you say." Hermione snorted and then they were there. A huge field filled with many tents was set up in front of them. As they walked forward they were consumed by people, tents, green, and red.

Writer's Notes:

If you like the book so far spread the word. =) I'm so excited people are liking it.

sorry to those who read this earlier today, but as it was so rudely pointed out to me, i fudged up Percy and Bill's aging. its about 4 in the morning over here so im not really sure where my head is. anywho fixed it. im about half-asleep but i do take ownership for my fudge-up. im extremely sorry guys.