"Bye, pretty boy," mocked Fred in high pitched girl voice as he waved to Ced and batted his eyelashes.

"That's so mean," swatted Ginny, obviously over her anger towards Hermione. Cedric waved to them with a smile, refusing to play the twins games, as he walked off with his father.

"Harry! Hermione!" called Mr. Weasley, "help me set up this muggle contraption." He motion to a bunch of material that was somehow supposed to become a tent. Hermione had never been camping but she knew better than the Weasleys how to set up a tent the muggle way. She would've been surprised they couldn't just put up the tent using magic, but she knew Mr. Weasley was just trying to understand muggle things better, as it was his job. He definitely loved his job; he was very enthusiastic about it. Harry and Hermione helped put together the tent best as they could, using knowledge mostly from TV shows and movies. It looked halfway decent when they were finished.

"Looks good kids. Thank you." Sighed Mr. Weasley as he got up from where he was working. He waved his wand at the tent once and then he smiled, looking satisfied. "There done. Go take a look inside." Everyone shuffled into the tent. Hermione was slightly confused. There was no way they were all going to fit in there.

But she was proven wrong when she shuffled in after Ron. It was huge. So much bigger than it looked liked from the outside. It didn't make sense, yet it did. It defied muggle laws of science. Laws Hermione was so used to. It was shocking, beautiful, and of course magical.

"I love magic." She heard Harry whisper beside her. She knew he had been thinking the same thing as her.

It was a moment of peace. Everyone was staring at the tent in awe. Not all of them surprised some just in awe of how big it was. But they snapped out of it after about a minute; and all the Weasley children, with the exception of the two eldest that had accompanied them, started shoving each other out of the way to get the best room. Harry, Hermione, Charlie, and Bill stayed back. They didn't feel like fighting over rooms.

"Hermione I got us a great one with a bathroom and a window!" Ginny called from the left side of the tent. Hermione smiled and she made her way towards her and Ginny's room. Ginny didn't lie it was a nice room. Hermione laid her stuff down on the unoccupied bed and started to unpack alongside Ginny. They only got two shelves out of the four worth of stuff put away when Mr. Weasley called Hermione, Ron, Harry, and Ginny to the main room.

"Kids I need you to get some water. I'm going to boil some water over real firewood!" he clapped excitedly before handing them three buckets. "Off you go."

With that the pack of them traveled onward to the water station. On the way they seemed to have gotten lost in a world of green. They had obviously stumbled into where all the intense Irish fans had decided to set up camp.

"Hermione, Harry, Ron!" called a familiar and strong Irish accent that Hermione knew belonged to their fellow Gryffindor, Seamus Finnegan.

"Hi, Seamus. Wow that's a lot of green." Ron laughed a bit. Hermione was just looking about. It was like they had been swallowed by a leprechaun.

"Yeah," he said, "we get a little crazy."

"It's not crazy." said a lady coming out of his tent. "Why shouldn't we show our pride?"

"Please mum, they almost had a fit on us when they saw you charmed the leprechaun to spray anyone wearing red with water." Seamus rolled his eyes, referring to the statue of a leprechaun they had perched in front of their tent.

"You'll be supporting the Irish now won't you, dears?" she turned on them ignoring her son's comment.

"'Course." They all hastily replied before bidding their goodbyes. Then they continued on their way.

Once out of ear shot Ron sighed, relieved. "Like we'd say anything else round that lot."

He was looking at all of his friends so neither he nor they noticed that he was going to bump into a tall broad figure, until he did. The figure was dressed in an all red robe, a cup of tea in hand. He spilt it over onto Ron accidently upon their contact. Ron yelped in pain from the heat.

"Sorry," he grumbled in a heavy Bulgarian accent, "but you bumped me." Ron gulped and looked up. It was then they all noticed who this was.

"Holy crickets," squeaked Ron, "you're Victor Krum."

"So I am," he smiled to himself. Then Ginny, Harry, and Ron started to ramble on and on to him. Hermione was starting to get impatient and her stomach was grumbling.

"I'm going to get the water myself," Hermione sighed impatiently grabbing the buckets from Ron, Ginny, and Harry. Buckets in hand she preceded to the watering station without them. As Hermione walked off she heard mumbled and halfhearted "thank you" and "goodbyes".

When she reached the well she had to stand in line behind two men. They were arguing because one was wearing a muggle women's nightgown. It took all Hermione inner strength not to crack up at the sight of it, despite her annoyance towards her friends.

"Harvey," complained one, "it is a girl's dress."

"It is not, Mike," replied Harvey, "it is night time robes worn by muggles." Hermione was too tired and hungry to listen to the rest of their encounter, funny as it was. So, she just mindlessly waited until they were gone.

When they were done Hermione walked up to the faucet that projected from the ground. She tapped it on and waited for the buckets to fill up. The handles were especially hard to turn on and off because they were very rusty. Hermione filled up two of the buckets then placed the third one under the faucet. She pulled the knob. But this time, it refused to turn. She tugged at it for a while and finally got it to give but the action flung her a bit off balance, causing her to stumble back a bit.

She regained her composure and went towards the faucet with determination to shut it off, but the knob wouldn't give. She tugged and pulled with all her strength. Now she was to be soaked, as the bucket would soon overflow onto her clothes. Hermione tried to give it one final tug and to her surprise the faucet gave and the water shut off. Just before the bucket was about to overflow. But that wasn't the reason she was complete shell-shocked. She was shocked because someone was pressing up against her, and he or she shut off the faucet. Hermione initial reaction was to be too terrified to move. She glanced down at their hand placed on top of hers. The fingers were long and flawless like a doctor, a surgeon. At this realization she was both less and more frighten of who it was. Regardless, Hermione knew exactly who helped her, Cedric Diggory.

"Thanks," Hermione smiled twisting my head to look up at him. Neither of them made any attempt to move. His face was so close. He bore an unrecognizable look upon his flawless face.

"Hermione have you gotten that water yet…" Ginny walked into the clearing and stopped short. She stared at Cedric and Hermione, and then grinned. Harry and Ron had come up behind her and now they were staring too. When Cedric saw Ginny, Ron, and Harry he backed away slightly, putting a friendly space between him and Hermione.

"You're welcome," he smiled at Hermione as he picked up two of the buckets. He was so obviously trying to make up for the awkward moment. "Come now. It's late; let's get back to camp before it gets too dark."

They all walked back in silence. Hermione gazed about at the sunset and dawdled behind everyone else musing to herself.

"What's wrong?" asked Harry coming to her side. Harry always seemed to know when something was wrong. He seemed to feel very awkward asking the question. But he asked it anyway because he cared. But, instead of pouring out all her confusion about everything out and probably crying, Hermione shrugged. She didn't really feel like talking about it. If she did talk she wasn't even sure she would know what to say. She didn't really know what was going on herself.

"Nothing's wrong." she replied. "I'm just so tired from the long journey."

"Oh," he replied wearing a skeptical and nonbelieving look on his face. But he seemed to realize he wasn't going to be able to drag anything out of her because he walked back up with the others.

Fred and George jumped at them the moment they got back to camp, looking as if they were ready to kill Hermione, Harry, Ginny, and Ron.

"What's took you so long?" demanded Fred.

"I'm starving. Why'd you bring pretty boy back? Are you that weak that you need his help?" finished George glaring at Ron. Fred and George exchanged glances.

"You're a disgrace…" started Fred.

"As a brother." finished George.

"Enough you two." said Charlie grabbing the buckets from Cedric. Charlie smiled at Ced appreciatively, "Thanks."

"No problem." Ced nodded. "I'd best be getting back. I told my dad I'd be out for only a little while." He waved goodbye then turned to head off.

"See you tomorrow?" Hermione called after him in question.

Cedric stopped and turned to face her with a smile on his face. "Tomorrow." Then he continued on.

Writer's Notes:

Yayay! So I forgot to mention I loveeedy when people give me ideas. I can't promise I will use them but my ears are wide open. I like it because it makes me feel like other people are into the reading as much as I'm into writing. Thank you vlj-blue-12 for the reminder.

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