Hey y'all! Thanks for all the wonderful reviews for the last chapter! I'm glad you all are enjoying this so much! Sorry for the horrible delay. Unforgivable, I know. But hey, it's Christmas!

It was also pointed out to me that I accidentally put 4 champions instead of 3 in the last chapter! I wanted to apologize and let you all know that I did mean 3! But you all knew what was going to happen anyways so, eh. Haha!

So ENJOY!

I don't own HP

Arra lay in her four poster bed at Hogwarts in the early morning, staring at the ceiling. Her first night back, she thought, would have been memorable and amazing. Instead, while it was still memorable, it was far from amazing. She sniffed and wiped her sleeve across her nose. Arra had returned to Hogwarts thinking that there would be this romantic, long-awaited relationship just waiting for her, instead she got a heavy slap in the face. She sniffed again and turned on to her side, pulling her knees into her stomach to a ball position. She should have assumed that Harry would have found someone else. Hermione was right, she couldn't expect for him to wait for her forever.

Her thoughts drifted to Cho Chang. The frowned as her pretty little face came to the Gryffindor girl's mind. How dare she pull Harry's affection to herself? Who did she think she was? Just because she was in Ravenclaw, she thought she was smarter than Arra, and therefore better for Harry? Of course, how did Arra even know if Cho liked Harry at all? Arra rolled back onto her back with a thump and let out her breath; thinking about something like this could really drive a person crazy. She sat up and threw the covers off, slipping her feet into some slippers, she walked to the desk to write a letter.

Dad,

I have bad news, I'm afraid. I'll keep it short and simple, mostly because it sort of hurts to talk about it. It seems as if Harry has "moved on" from me. I guess he fancies this Ravenclaw girl, Cho Chang instead of me. That's pretty much it. Oh, and the Triwizard Tournament is here this year, but I'm not allowed to enter because you have to be seventeen. Too bad. I could really go for some life threatening danger to get my mind off of this.

Love,

Arra

She sealed the envelope and made a mental note to borrow Hedwig from Harry.

Harry.

She frowned again as she thought about him. She couldn't help but be angry at him. She knew it was petty and selfish, but she really didn't care. She was too upset to care.

"Arra?" Hermione said, waking up sleepily. "You're up awfully early."

Arra shrugged, "I couldn't sleep."

Hermione made a sympathetic face, "You're still thinking about him, aren't you?"

Arra sighed, "I can't really help it. I've tried not to, but it's…hard."

Hermione nodded, "I imagine it is. And, I'm sorry. I wish there was something I could do."

Arra gave a small smile, "That depends on if you're willing to get a few detentions. I'm sure Fred and George would be more than happy to provide us with us some…gifts for Miss Chang."

Hermione rolled her eyes, "No, Arra."

She scrunched her nose and made a mean face, "You're no fun, Hermione."

Hermione said in a quiet voice, "I am too fun."

Arra laughed and got up to get ready for the day. It was Halloween which meant that the 3 champions would be chosen tonight at dinner. Arra picked out some tight fitting jeans and a long sleeve black shirt. After applying some makeup and attempting to tame the frizzyness in Hermione's hair, they headed down to the common room.

"Happy Halloween!" Ron said as they met up in the common room with the boys. Harry gave Arra a smile, which she did not return. Harry looked a bit confused, but let it slide.

Hermione gently tugged on Arra's sleeve and whispered, "Try to act normal, ok?"

Arra nodded in agreement, but still had to force her feet to walk normally instead of "accidentally" kicking Harry in the shin. As they were walking into the Great Hall, a familiar voice called to Arra.

"Hey, Arra!" Draco Malfoy was coming up a set of stairs that led down to the dungeon and was now waving her over

Arra waved and started walking towards him. "Whoa, where are you going?" Harry asked her.

Arra turned to him. "Excuse me?" She asked rudely.

"You're still talking to Malfoy?" He asked, disbelieving.

Arra stared at him, "Yes." She answered shortly. "Is that a problem?"

"Uh, yeah! He's nothing but bad news, Arra. Stay away from him." He answered back with authority.

Arra glared at Harry with cold eyes, "Oh, I'm sorry, Great Harry Potter! I forgot that your word is law. Please forgive my ignorance and freethinking!" She answered sarcastically.

"Arra, I'm serious, don't talk to him. You weren't there at the Quidditch World Cup. He was involved in some really bad stuff." Harry said sternly, getting close to Arra's face.

She looked up into his eyes and scowled. "What gives you the right to tell me what to do?"

"Because I'm your friend." He replied with a similar tone.

"That's right. You're just my friend. Nothing more." Arra finished as she stepped away from their conversation, leaving Harry staring at her with bewilderment.

She stomped away huffing with anger until she reached Draco.

He frowned a bit, "Everything ok?"

Arra sighed and shook her head, as if to rid her head of her previous thoughts. "I'm fine. Just…boy problems, I suppose." She shrugged.

He made a face, "Is Potter bothering you?"

"No. Not anymore he won't."

He smirked, "Good. I won't have any of these bloody idiots trying to mess around with you."

She frowned, "Mess around? Is that jealousy I detect in your voice, Mr. Malfoy?"

He only smiled wider, "If you want it to be."

Arra cocked her head to the side, a little taken aback by his response. She glanced around the entrance hall, and locked eyes with a pair of emerald green eyes, staring at her intensely. She smiled her sinister, trademark half smirk at Harry and turned back to Draco.

"Do you want to hang out later? After the champions are chosen? We can go down to the lake or something." Arra asked, putting on the flirtatious charm.

"Definitely." He nodded and led her into the Great Hall, where almost everyone was already assembled. This was the first time Arra got a glimpse of the students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, as she had been gone when they arrived, and for the unveiling of the Goblet of Fire and the entrance of names. She waved to a few good looking Durmstrang boys on her way to the Gryffindor table, where she sat next to Harry, Ron and Hermione.

Hermione leaned over to whisper in Arra's ear. "What was all that about?"

Arra played it cool, "What was what?"

Hermione rolled her eyes, "You know what I'm talking about. You and Malfoy. Harry was almost going bonkers over here!" She said with exasperation.

Arra smirked, "Good."

Hermione opened her mouth to scold Arra, but closed it when they noticed Dumbledore approach the front of the room to stand next to the Goblet of Fire, placed gracefully at the head of the room.

"Good evening to you all! I expect that the Goblet of Fire is almost ready to chose it's champions, most likely another minute. Once the three champions have been chosen, you will enter through that back door over there," he motioned to behind the staff table, "where you will be given further instructions."

"I hope it's Angelina!" Fred whispered to the Gryffindors sitting around him.

"I'm still angry that we weren't given a chance to enter." Arra grumbled. Ron nodded in agreement. "I definitely would have won."

Harry scoffed, "Oh please, Arra. You would have been blown to bits within two minutes of the competition."

Arra turned to face him with a frown. "Oh really? And you think you could do better?"

He shrugged, "I don't know, I won't get a chance, will I? And neither will you, so you should just let it go."

Her eyes narrowed, "Don't tell me what to do." She growled and turned back around just in time to see the Goblet of Fire spit out a show of colorful flames along with a small piece of parchment.

The room fell silent as Dumbledore scrutinized it. "The champion from Durmstrang will be Viktor Krum!"

Cheers erupted around the room as the stocky young man marched to the front of the room and through the back door. They died quickly though, as the Goblet almost immediately began to fire up again, ejecting another piece of parchment.

"The champion from Beauxbatons will be Flear Delacour!" Dumbledore announced as the beautiful girl rose up from her seat and followed Viktor into the back room. As she walked, all of the boys in the hall, Ron in particular, hooted wildly. Arra glanced at Hermione, who was glaring after the girl while switching her glance to Ron as well.

"Oh, shut up." Hermione grumbled under her breath and rolled her eyes. Arra gave her a sympathetic pat on the back.

"The Hogwarts champion will be," Dumbledore said, catching the last paper from the flaming cup, "Cedric Diggory!"

The hall erupted in roars as a handsome man from the Hufflepuff table got up to march to the back room. All of Hogwarts was fairly pleased, especially the Hufflepuffs. Arra smiled at their cheerful mood. The Hufflepuff kids hardly got any recognition at all, so Arra couldn't help but be happy for them in their time of glory. Ron, however, was quite disgruntled that a Gryffindor hadn't won.

"Excellent!" Dumbledore cheered. "We now have our three champions and are on our way to an exciting tournament! The first task will be--"

Dumbledore suddenly stopped talking and turned to face the Goblet of Fire. It had started to spit the red fire again, just like it did when it was returning the chosen champions. The hall fell silent as one more paper was flung out from the fire. Dumbledore snatched it out of the air to stare at it intently. The tension in the air rose even higher when Dumbledore's eyes widened just a bit when he continued to study the tiny paper.

"Harry Potter."

Arra jerked her head in the direction of Harry, who was still staring at Dumbledore. She tapped him on the shoulder and he turned to look at her. She gave him a look as if to say, "What's going on?". He shrugged and shook his head slowly and turned to look back at Dumbledore.

"Harry Potter!" Dumbledore said louder this time. Every eye in the hall turned to look at Harry. Hermione nudged him slightly to get him to stand up. He turned to face them with an apprehensive look before slowly getting up, stumbling over his robes a bit, and going up to Dumbledore, who motioned him through the door.

Even after the door slammed, the hall was completely silent, some people staring after Harry, and some looking to Dumbledore for an explanation. The headmaster turned towards the audience and slowly said, "That will be all for tonight. Please go to your dormitories." And he motioned for the teachers to follow him through the back door.

"What just happened?" Ron asked loudly as he, Arra and Hermione were exiting the hall.

Hermione shook her head, "I really don't know. It seems as if Harry is a 'fourth champion' or something."

"But how did he even get entered?" Arra asked.

"And why didn't he tell us about it?" Ron asked rudely.

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Honestly, I don't think he was expecting that. Did you see his face? He was obviously surprised."

As the bickering continued, Arra noticed Draco standing a little off to her left, staring at her. "I'll catch up with the two of you later." Arra said to the arguing friends as she went to join the Slytherin boy.

"Hey." She said walking up to him.

"Did you still want to go to the lake?" He asked.

She frowned, "Why wouldn't I?"

"Because of all that." He said, waving a hand towards the open Great Hall, where the Goblet of Fire was still sitting and Arra knew he was referring to the incident with Harry.

She shook her head. "I don't know what happened there. I really don't."

He shrugged, "Leave it to Potter to steal all the glory."

Arra rolled her eyes and headed towards a secret passageway that would lead them out of the castle past curfew.

"So what happened to you at the beginning of the year?" He asked, as they walked along the shore of the lake, their shoes abandoned a few hundred feet away. The moon was directly above the lake, creating a picture perfect view. "I mean, I know about the whole trial thing, but is that why you were late?"

She nodded. "Yes, I had to stay there until the very end, and so Dumbledore figured out how to help me miss those first few months."

"Oh, I see."

She laughed quietly, "You missed me, didn't you."

He gave her a look, "Quite full of ourself, aren't we, Arra?"

"You might as well admit it," She shrugged, "I know you can't get enough of me."

He smirked, "Well what guy wouldn't want to be with you?"

Her mood fell and she stared at the ground. "You'd be surprised."

He stopped walking and grabbed her arm, turning her around to face him. "Are you talking about Potter?"

Without answering, she stared wordlessly out over the lake, thereby giving Draco his answer.

He scowled, "What did he do?"

"Is it really that obvious?" She asked.

"That you two had some sort of thing going on last year? Yes." He nodded.

Arra nodded, "Oh. Well over the summer, I told him that I wanted something more, and he said he did too. But then," she paused to look at Draco's face. His jaw was clenched, and cold eyes were filled with anger towards Harry's behavior to Arra. "when the trial happened, I guess he moved on." She said the last words with malice in her voice. "He likes Cho Chang from Ravenclaw now. Not me." She sniffed at the last of her speech and turned away from Draco.

"That little piece of dragon dung!" Draco snarled. "I swear, I'll kill him for hurting you."

Arra shook her head, "Don't be mad. It's really not going to help."

He stopped and stared at the sad girl in front of him. He outstretched his arms and pulled her close to him, holding her in his embrace. Arra rested her head on his chest and continued to breathe deeply. They stayed like that for sometime, until Arra finally let out a yawn.

Draco pulled away, "Are you tired?" Arra nodded. "Well then we better get back to the castle."

They walked to the castle in silence and went back through the secret passageway. "Thank you." Arra said when they were about to part ways.

He frowned, "For what?"

She smiled, "For tonight. For being my friend. It feels like old times between us, again, doesn't it?"

He smiled, "Yes, it does. Good night, Arra."

"Night." She said as she walked, elated, back to the Gryffindor common room, her worries forgotten. For the time being.

"Getting in a bit late, aren't we?" The fat lady asked when Arra approached.

"That's none of your business." She smirked as the told the password and scrambled through the portrait hole.

As soon as she entered, her eyes were drawn to the only other person in the completely empty room. "Harry? What are you doing down here?" She asked him, as she could tell he was upset about something by the way he was sitting and staring deep into the fire.

"Where were you at? I thought you had gone to bed long ago." He asked her.

"I, uh, went for a walk." She told him. "Are you okay?"

He looked back at the fire, "Yeah, I'm fine."

She rolled her eyes and walked over to him and plopped down on the couch. "Harry, you're my best friend. I can tell when something is wrong with you."

He looked at her, sighed, sank back into the couch and laid his head back.

"Are you upset about what happened at dinner? About being chosen? I thought you would have been happy. I mean, nobody under 17 was supposed to even enter, but you were chosen and--"

"I didn't put my name into the cup." He said sternly.

Arra frowned. "What?"

"I don't know who did it, and I don't know why, but I did not enter my own name. I don't know why I was chosen, nor did I want to be. And now everyone thinks that I've cheated and even Ron is angry at me and doesn't believe me. But I'm telling the truth--I don't know who put my name into the Goblet of Fire, Arra." He locked eyes with her, and Arra felt her insides melt. Her anger at him seemed to disintegrate into nothing almost immediately--she couldn't be mad at him when he was so small and sad and vulnerable. Even if she was in love with him and furious at his lack of feelings towards her, he was still her best friend, and he needed her.

She sighed, "I believe you."

He blinked in surprise, "You do?"

She took his hand in hers and squeezed it. "Yes. You're my best friend, Harry. I would probably believe you if you told me that you were part Hippogriff. I just trust you that much. And I'll try to help you figure out who did this to you. You won't be alone." She gave him an encouraging smile and tried to keep from completely breaking down in front of him.

She smiled brightly, pulling her into a hug. "Thanks, Arra. I think I'll go to bed now." He got up and headed up the boys staircase. She waited until she heard the door slam before sliding down onto the couch, rolling up into a ball, and letting out the tears that had been building up inside her.

Well, I hope you all enjoyed it, and I apologize again for the delay. In honor of the Christmas holiday, you will receive hot cocoa after reviewing today!

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!