This was the story of my life. Week two of class and I was already neck deep in trouble earning my second, well earned, detention from Snape. Maybe I really did need to reevaluate the way I lived my life.

"Uh. . . Hi," someone said walking into Snape's room, amid me scrubbing the floors. I looked up to see Draco standing there.

"Oh. . . Hi," I said awkwardly. "Looking for Snape?"

"No, actually he sent me down here to tell you that you can stop now," Draco said. I looked over at the clock on the wall. I'd been scrubbing Snape's floors for nearly two hours now.

*Damn right I can go now.*

"Oh, thanks," I said getting to my feet. "How's your evening been?"

Draco shrugged. "Uneventful."

"Well, there's nothing that exciting about scrubbing floors either," I said with a smile. "And just in time for dinner."

"I'm headed that way. Wanna walk with me?" he asked.

"It'd be my pleasure," I said. I walked out of the classroom with Draco.

"So, what do you think about the TriWizard tournament?" he asked.

"I don't know," I said. "I wanted to enter it but I'm kind of glad that they stopped all the underage students from entering. I mean, what if I actually got picked and then it was really, really dangerous? I mean, don't you think I've had my fair share of action for a life time?"

"Well you did almost get kissed by a dementor last year. . . And you got attacked by a werewolf," Draco said.

"And then there's the Basilisk the year before that and the whole philosopher's stone the year before," I said.

"Yeah, I think you're done," Draco said.

"I want to make potions, not be an auror," I said.

"From your past experience it looks like you'd do a good job," Draco said.

"Well, I like making potions better and it's safer," I said.

"As long as nothing explodes" Draco said.

"Never happened to me. I never melted a cauldron or blew anything up or anything like that," I said.

"We can't all be prodigies, Hannah," Draco said.

I rolled my eyes as we walked into the Great Hall.

"I guess this is where we part ways," I said.

"Yeah, but Hannah, I was wondering if-."

"Oi! Hannah!" Seamus said running up to me. "You're eating dinner with me tonight."

"Oh, am I?" I asked.

"Yes," he said tugging at me. I glanced back to Draco.

"I'll see you around," he said.

Seamus pulled me away and sat me down at the table.

After dinner, I was in my room with the girls who were ruthlessly teasing me about my behavior with Seamus at dinner.

"Everything he said was not funny," I said.

"Then why were you always, always, always laughing?" Hermione asked.

". . . Because," I said. "I felt like."

"Well, at least it's not Malfoy," Emily said.

"Why does everyone keep saying that? He's not even a factor in this situation," I said.

"Because, he's always around you and you're always around him and you're so comfortable around each other," Emily said.

"And you snogged. Don't forget that," Parvati said.

"Let it go it didn't even matter," I said.

"Oh, please, Hannah, the only reason you snogged is because one of you liked the other," Parvati said. "And, because I'm brilliant, I know it wasn't you."

I reclined on my bed.

"Malfoy likes you doesn't he?" Parvati asked.

"He doesn't," I said. "Not anymore."

"And why do you believe that?" Parvati said.

"Because he said so," I said.

"Hannah, let me tell you something. You're smart, you're funny, you're bloody gorgeous, you have this incredible ability to read people and you're just a completely fascinating person. If you can manage to get a boy who despised you forever to like you, he's not getting over you in a hurry," Parvati said. "He still likes you, and things are going to start getting stormy when you and Seamus become exclusive."

I scoffed. "Whatever, Parvati."

Just then, Ginny burst in, excitedly.

"They're doing it! Fred and George are going to try and enter the tournament!" she said. The four of us jumped off our beds and ran out our dorm and down to the Great Hall.

Fred and George had probably intended to draw a crowd, because they seemed to be waiting.

"They're such hams," Hermione said.

"Fred and George are performers in their own special way," I said.

They looked around at everyone and reached into their pockets and pulled out 2 beakers with blue liquid. They opened them and chugged it. Then they pulled out two slips of paper from their pockets, walked up to the Goblet of Fire and dropped them in.

Everyone cheered.

But then they started growing beards and pointing and laughing about how foolish they looked.

Of course, at this moment Dumbledore would enter the room.

"Those are some fine beards you have there boys, though I must say I've seen a few earlier that may just have outdone them," he said. "Go on and make your way up to Madame Pomfrey. She's treating all of the students clever enough to use an age potion."

But before he could send them on their way, the Slytherin's began to pile into the Great Hall, being lead by Flint, probably the dumbest 19 year old in the whole school.

The only 19 year old in the whole school.

He walked up to the Goblet and dropped a piece of paper into it. The Slytherin's applauded in approval for their oafish classmate.

"Did you remember to write your name on?" Hermione called out. Flint's eyes widened and he began to search around frantically in his pockets for another sheet of paper. The Gryffindors began to laugh. For the Slytherins to be the "mightiest" house, they sure did get landed with all the idiots.

Hufflepuff came in being lead by non other than Cedric Diggory. A few Ravenclaws followed him as well, having no one in their house brave enough to venture forth and put their names into the goblet.

Cedric Diggory dropped his name into the cup and all the girls began to cheer.

I turned and looked at the crowd and found Oliver Wood. I walked back to him.

"You should enter, Wood," I said. He eyed me suspiciously.

"This isn't some evil plan to upstage Diggory is it?" he asked.

"No!" I said, drawing a halo over my head. Wood shakes his head.

"You have a quill?" he asked.

"No. But I have a pencil," I said quickly pulling it out of my pocket. Oliver took it and pulled a paper out of his pocket and wrote his name on it.

"I'll do anything to make him pay for making us loose that game last season," Oliver said.

I smiled and walked back to the front next to Hermione as Oliver walked up to the cup and dropped his name in.

It was my turn to cheer and scream like a fangirl.

"It's the battle of the hot boys!" Parvati cheered.

Then from the back of the room came Viktor Krum, his manliness pushing a silence over all of us as he approached the goblet.

Viktor dropped his name in the cup. He glanced at Oliver and Cedric. The gauntlet had been thrown.

And after a silent moment all the girls began to cheer.