Here's chapter three...hope you like...this chapter will bring me to 10,000 words yeppy:)
sry if its shorter than others...
Mia looked up and saw a blond boy about her own age.
She couldn't help but stare he was definitely handsome, with a toned body and impeccable facial features, he looked like a work of art. (a/n: sry I had to say that especially if I'm going to make Draco seem like a jerk…take some but leave some :P)
He smirked at her.
"See something you like?" He bent down purring in her ear.
Mia shivered.
'What a jerk, no doubt he's also a spoiled brat.' Mia thought angrily, while she glared at the jerk in question.
"No, I do not." She spoke icily, as she tried to walk past him to Harry.
Draco narrowed his eyes, how dare she speak to him like that! He grabbed her wrist and pulled her back briskly, causing Mia to yelp.
This attracted Harry's attention noticing Malfoy had grabbed Mia by the wrist he began pushing through the crowd to make his way over to them, before that imbecile could hurt her further.
"Watch what you say…"Draco hissed threateningly.
Mia wouldn't give him the satisfaction of showing her fear; instead she stared defiantly into his eyes. Draco scowled, and tightened his grip.
"LET HER GO MALFOY!" Harry said having finally reached them.
Malfoy smirked at him.
"Always coming to the rescue aren't you, Potter." He spat, but let go of Mia's now bruised wrist.
"Better watch your back from now on girl." Malfoy warned Mia.
Before Harry could say anything else, Draco stalked off.
"You okay?" Harry asked turning to Mia, who was now caressing her wrist.
"Yeah, what a git!" She exclaimed.
"That was Draco Malfoy, best stay away from him. He's nothing but trouble. Is your wrist okay? Here let me see."
Mia held her hand out obediently.
Harry ran his figures over the wrist bones, making sure they weren't fractured.
"Its okay just bruised." He gave her his verdict.
"Thanks Harry." Mia whispered she looked at her wrist; her skin was tingling pleasantly where Harry had touched her.
She suddenly spotted George and his twin pushing through the crowd both were beaming brightly.
Mia narrowed her eyes suspiciously. 'What were they up to?' She thought, as they approached Harry from behind.
"We've done it!" Fred whispered to Harry.
"Done what, Fred?" Harry asked perplexed.
Mia, looked questioningly at George, who was standing behind his twin.
He winked at her eyes glittering mischievously, as he held up the empty vials.
"You took an aging potion?!?!" She whispered, slightly hissing at him.
Fred looked puzzled that she knew, and so did Harry.
"What ever, for?" She continued.
Fred smiled, pointing to the Goblet of Fire.
Mia gasped. "You wouldn't!"
Fred and George looked at each other, both smiled playfully.
"Of course not…" They said in unison, sarcasm was evident in their voices.
"Shouldn't we stop them?" Mia asked Harry, as the twins left them and made there way over, to the Goblet.
Harry shrugged his shoulders. "Nothing bad could happen."
Mia watched worriedly she wasn't so sure.
Fred had successfully jumped into the aging circle, followed by George, but their victory was cut short as they were both soon plummeting out of the circle landing ten feet away with a big plop as they landed.
Mia frowned, served them right!
Crack, a loud sound filled the room, making everyone look over.
Fred and George had sprouted long white beards!
The entrance hall was soon ringing with laughter.
Fred and George were laughing along with the rest.
Mia just shook her head disapprovingly. 'What silly creatures? Funny, but awfully silly.'
As the two were led away by Lee who was still having a fit of laughter, Mia and Harry left the entrance hall too.
"Umm, Harry I think I have to go check in with Madame Maxime. I'll see you later, okay?"
"Sure, be careful." Harry called out after her, watching as she made her way back to the carriage in which she had arrived in, before making his way to the Gryffindor tower.
-Later, at dinner-
"Ron, stop talking with your mouth full, it's barbaric!" Hermione scolded Ron.
Taking a swing of his pumpkin juice, Ron gulped down his food.
"Sorry Hermione. Now Harry, tell me are the rumors true did my brothers actually try to get past the age line and get beards. The common room has been a buzz about it and Fred won't tell me."
Harry choked on his food, as the memory of earlier today flooded his mind.
Hermione patted his back, sighing 'Boys…'
"Yes, they did! It was bloody brilliant!" Harry said, continuing on with the rest of the tale.
Mia was walking with Gabriella, debating who they thought would become the Beauxbatons champion.
"What about your sister. Fleur?"
Gabriella looked horrified.
"I hope not, didn't the Hogwarts headmaster say that it was very dangerous?"
Mia nodded. "I'm sure your sister would do fine, besides the teacher wouldn't let anything bad happen on purpose."
Mia walked up the staircase, Gabriella still at her side, thinking over what she had just said.
They reached the great halls doors and went in.
Spotting Harry, she bid goodbye to Gabriella, and went over to the Gryffindor table.
"Hey, guys." Mia greeted plopping down in the empty seat beside Hermione.
"Hey." Hermione and Harry greeted in unison, as for Ron he was still laughing but managed to wave a greeting.
"I see you've told him." Mia giggled.
Harry nodded smiling at her.
They ate in silence for the rest of dinner, and Mia bid them goodnight, as the other Beauxbatons girls left too. They were sleeping in the carriage in which they had arrived in. The inside had been transformed to accommodate sleeping quarters for them all.
-Two Days Later-
Mia stared hungrily at the extravagant dishes in front of her. 'So many choices, but not enough space for all of them' she sighed sadly.
Mia looked to everyone else. They were all eating intently, trying to finish as fast so the champions could be announced. Mia wasn't so into the whole tournament thing. Sure it was exciting but it was not for her. Just like quidditch, she wasn't really fond of that either. Or any other sports for that matter. Mia silently blamed her lack of interest on her own poor skills in that department.
Soon, the dishes were cleared and the food disappeared, announcing the start of the choosing.
"Now, if you get choosen by the cup please make your way through that door." Dumbledore said pointing in the direction of it.
Tapping his wand on the Goblet, its blue flames began glowing red and spurting sparks everywhere until a piece of paper flew out of it.
Dumbledore caught it in his hands as it was making its decent, and read.
"The champion from Durmstrang is VIKTOR KRUM!"
The great hall was filled with applause as the champion made his way through the door.
"I knew he would get chosen." Ron muttered beside Mia, while gazing at his idol.
The goblet glowed again and spurted another name out.
"The champion from Beauxbatons, is Fleur Delacour." Dumbledore announced.
Mia applauded, looking over to Gabriella who was watching her sister nervously; poor thing was scared for her.
The goblet once again went through the same process.
"And lastly the champion of Hogwarts is Cedric Diggory."
The Hufflepuffs went mad with applause.
"Well there you have it our three champions…" Dumbledore stopped mid-speech; everyone's gaze was on the goblet. It had turned red again!
A piece of paper came floating down from the flames.
Dumbledore caught it, and read it.
There was a long moment of silence before he spoke.
"Harry Potter." He rasped.
Mia was too stunned to look at Harry. She seemed frozen in time, this could not be possible.
"Harry Potter!" Dumbledore called again, having regained his normal powerful voice. "Please proceed to through the door."
Mia heard Hermione, urge Harry to go up. Apparently he was just as astonished.
Mia gazed at Harry as he walked. Time seemed to have slowed just for him.
As soon as he was through the door the great hall was in a great buzz.
"How..who.." Hermione couldn't find the proper words either. But everyone else was thinking the same thing too. How could he have done it? Or who put his name in the goblet? And why had he been chosen.
Soon Madame Maxime emerged through the door followed by Fleur. She waved at the Beauxbatons girls to follow her and they exited the castle, Mia along with them. She wished she could've talked to Harry about it but couldn't disobey her headmistress's demands.
The next day Mia woke up early and got ready quickly. Fashioning her now wavy hair into a quick braid and dressing in her uniform, she tip-toed out of the carriage careful not to wake anyone else up.
As she walked through Hogwarts grounds, she noticed a tiny figure, sitting by the lake.
Mia squinted her eyes trying to determine who it was. It looked oddly like Harry. 'Wonder what he's doing out here so early in the morning?" Mia thought as she made her way down to the lake.
Harry was deep in thought. Ron was mad at him and all the attention he had gotten the past night had been overwhelming the good and the bad. He couldn't sleep so he had snuck down to the lake to try and sort things out. Hearing footsteps, he looked up hoping it was Ron, coming to forgive him.
However he was disappointed, it was Mia.
Mia smiled warmly at him sitting down beside him on the wet grass.
"Disappointed to see me?"
Harry chuckled half-heartedly which did not go unnoticed by Mia.
"Well, yes and no. I was hoping that it was Ron." He said glumly.
"Oh, you two get in an argument?"
Harry nodded.
"It's this stupid tournament. He thinks I put my name in the Goblet. I didn't I swear. I never wanted for this to happen. I'm famous enough as it is." Harry paused from his ranting to look over at Mia curiously. "How come you haven't started accusing me?"
Mia looked at the dark lake in front of them.
"Well, I'm sure you didn't put it in, your not the kind of person that goes looking to be at the center of attention. Besides, you would have told me. I trust you."
"Thanks." Harry said wrapping his arm around her shoulder, looking for some comfort. Mia stiffened slightly before relaxing; it felt good being in his arms.' To bad it couldn't last forever.' Wait Mia stopped her thoughts
'They were just friends…yes that's right JUST FRIENDS!' she repeated the mantra over and over inside her head.
"I wish there was some way of getting out of this." Harry mumbled randomly.
The two of them sat there watching the lake for quite some time before, the morning chill had started affecting Mia.
"Lets go in for breakfast." She urged Harry standing up, grimacing as she noticed her wet uniform. 'Oh well nothing a spell couldn't fix.' She pointed her wand at the wet stain, making it disappear.
"Do we have to?" Harry finally had decided to reply.
"Yes mister, come on now. You have to face them some day. Remember they are just people, not dragons out to eat you."
Harry smiled at her reference of their childhood games.
Unwillingly he stood up.
"Let's go." Mia encouraged Harry ruffling his hair playfully. She noticed it was still a wild mess, just like all those years ago, just longer.
Together, they walked reluctantly back towards the castle entrance.
Breakfast was dreary.
Only Hermione had joined the two of them. Ron was sitting at the end of the table with another of his friend, ignoring their presence completely. The rest of the great hall, besides the Gryffindor's were glaring at Harry's from which ever angle they could see him from, all were thinking he was some glory-hound.
Mia and Hermione both tried to urge Harry into eating some toast, which he bluntly refused. Eventually Mia threatened him into eating something.
Mia looked up from the dreary Harry to see Madame Maxime, approaching.
"Ms. Rivers, might I have a word?" She asked.
Mia nodded, getting up from the table.
Madame Maxime led her away from the table and out of the great hall.
"Ms. Rivers I don't think it's suitable for you to be fraternizing with our opponent. Thus, I wish to tell you to stop talking to him and all the rest of his little friends. You should be cheering Ms. Delacour on, not Harry Potter."
Mia stared at her half-giant headmistress stunned.
"I see no reason why I can not become friends with him."
"Ms. Rivers! Shame on you if I wasn't so generous, you would be sent back to Beauxbatons for that sniping remark."
Mia heard the underlying threat behind her words. Apparently Madame Maxime was disgusted by the idea of Harry being the fourth champion. 'Her and the rest of the school…almost.' Mia thought sullenly.
"Now do I have your word you will not be seeing that Potter for the remainder of the time we are here?"
Mia had half a mind to curse her headmistress right there and then.
"Yes."
"Good."
With that Madame Maxime left to go back inside the great hall. She couldn't tell Harry now that she was forbidden to see him. She went back to the carriage and wrote three letters. Two to her friends back at Beauxbatons and one to Harry.
She made her way up the steps to the owlery. The stench of half eaten rats and owl pellets were almost unbearable. Mia looked around for an owl that was part of Hogwarts collection. Harry had shown her some of them, and told she could use one to send her letters seeing as she didn't have one of her own.
Finding two she sent them off with the letters. Not wanting to spend more time in the owlery, she went out. Climbing down the steps she almost bumped into someone.
"Oh I'm sorry…"Mia looked at the red headed twin in front of her. "George?" She guessed half hoping she was right.
He smiled and nodded.
"What brings you up here? I didn't know Beauxbatons girls could come up here." George asked.
"Umm..well Harry said I could, I don't have an owl and no one would lend me theirs so yeah."
"How horrible for you. Would you like to retaliate and put itching powder on their clothes. I could supply you with some if you'd like. " George offered kindly.
Mia chuckled.
"No that's okay. I have to go but I'll see you around." She excused herself, feeling she needed some privacy.
"Sure thing, but you know if you need to talk…" George supplied getting the feeling she was feeling miserable.
"I know thanks George. But I really need some alone time right now."
Mia ran down the rest of the steps and didn't stop until she reached the lake where she plopped down miserably.
Suddenly something caught her eye. It was a blurry figure, kind of invisible.
Someone was wearing an invisibility cloak she realized. Gripping her wand she muttered. "Accio invisibility cloak."
Suddenly one flew into her hands revealing a disgruntled and very angry man.
Before she could scream, she was knocked unconscious………
hehe CLIFFY!!!
okay, thank you for all the reviews i've received and i hope to get more positive feedback , sry for not putting in the yule ball...but don't worry next chappy!!
