Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Psh I wish I did. So yea, Twilight is to Meyer as Harry Potter is to Rowling.

AN: You can tell by this chapter that I favor HarryLuna, but I'm not making that a permanent couple. I'm not sure who I'm going to pair him with, as you obviously remember from the beginning.

Chapter 15: Troubles- Mostly Caused by Girls

Harry laughed as Draco danced around the pole that was holding the tent up with Fred and George. Their arms were flapping, making the flags they were holding flutter in the air. Hermione giggled as they teased Ron about Viktor Krum. "Just admit that you're in love with him, Ronald!" She teased.

"Oh shut it, Mione!" Ron groaned. "Don't encourage them."

"When will you propose to him, Ron? Next World Cup, eh?" Harry asked, nudging Ginny's side. The redheaded girl laughed in her hand, shaking her head.

They all looked out when they heard fireworks coming from outside. "The Irish must be celebrating," Draco mused. Fred and George began chanting along.

"Stop it! Stop it!" Arthur commanded. Carlisle looked at him in confusion before stepping out fractionally.

"Boys!" He commanded, "Take out the emergency portkeys now!"

"Dad?" Harry asked, panicked.

"Go! Go! Take Draco with you!"

Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out an eyeglasses case. "Grab on," he told Draco. Draco touched the case as they watched Hermione, Ron, and the rest of the Weasleys disappear. "Edward! Jasper, Emmett!"

"Go! We'll be right behind you!" Edward told him.

Harry nodded before he looked at Draco. "Coven." They felt a pull at their naval before they were whirling back to the Cullen's mansion.

A year had passed and Harry was in his Fourth Year. Things were still running tense between the Cullen Family, especially since they were still unsure of who exactly attacked Esme and Harry and because of the recent death eater attack, but things were returning back to normal. They were slowly trying to move forward but at the same time, they were weary and defensive, making sure that everyone was safe. Albus was still trying to look for the men who had planned to break the family apart, and they knew he wouldn't rest until he got his hands on them. Remus and Sirius had moved back in with the Cullens, Esme insisting that she wouldn't feel confident of their safety until they were back with them.

Harry sighed as he ruffled his hair and walked down the hallway. He didn't know how Albus could do so much simultaneously. While running a school, and assisting in searching for the people who had hurt Esme, he was also hosting the Triwizard Tournament. Harry hoisted his books up as they began to slip and turned the corner. He was shocked when he bumped into someone and dropped all of the books onto the floor. "Sorry, Professor Moody!" He exclaimed. The elder man grunted and continued walking. Harry shook his head as he watched him disappear from sight.

There was something odd about that man. Albus had convinced him that the ex-auror was only edgy about the summer death-eater attack during the Quidditch World Cup. He bent down on his knee and began to pick the books up one by one. "Need any help, Harry?" he heard behind him.

Harry looked up and smiled. "Hey there, Cedric," he said. "I'm glad to see you made it out of the camp unharmed."

The boy nodded with a grin on his face. "Of course you escaped, unharmed as always."

He laughed at the seventh year's humor. "Very funny. Anything new with you?"

"No, not really. I…" He blushed and cleared his throat. "I've asked Cho Chang on a date for the first Hogsmeade."

Harry grinned coyly. "You dog, you."

Cedric glared as he gave him the rest of his books and began walking down the hall with him. "And what about you? I heard the Patil twins gossiping about you with that Romilda Vane girl."

"Really?" he asked. "What were they saying?"

"Oh you know, the usual 'Harry is so cute! I wish he would ask me to be his girlfriend' stuff."

He grimaced. "Romilda Vane said that, I'm sure of it."

"How'd you know that?"

"She told the same thing to Hermione. I thought Mione was lying at the time."

They fell silent before they finally made it into the Great Hall. "Listen, Harry, I don't want you to think I just wanted to talk to you about this but…" Harry waited for him to continue. "I know you're close with the Headmaster and… I was just wondering if you know what's going to happen this year. I mean, it was supposed to start on the first day we came here, but I heard Dumbledore has been so preoccupied with that…death eater attack and-"

"You're rambling," Harry said, cutting him off. Cedric grinned sheepishly. "Well you're right, I do know what's going on, but I'm not allowed to tell anyone. I had to force it out of Grandpa Albus to begin with."

Cedric groaned. "I was really hoping I could learn something from you."

"Let's go back to that part about 'not using' me, yea?" Harry teased.

"Sorry!"

"It's fine, really. Don't worry, Cedric. He'll be announcing it sooner than you think."

~*~

Harry stopped in his tracks as the others walked into the Great Hall. Cedric was wringing his hands nervously as he paced back and forth near the Hall's doors. "Ced?" Harry asked. The boy looked up and gave a small smile. "Is something the matter?"

"I…" He started. He shook his head and glanced into the hall, staring at the Goblet of Fire longingly. "I want this so much, Harry."

He reached out and patted his friend's shoulder. "You'll get it, Cedric. Just watch! That cup will call your name out."

"But at the same time, I'm scared mindless."

"Obviously," Harry answered. "This game is quite dangerous. I hope you don't mind me asking but why exactly did you decide to join?"

Cedric glanced at him before looking at the cup again. "I guess… I guess I don't give my father enough to brag about."

He frowned as he stared at the 7th year before him. Cedric was head boy, which in turn meant his grades were the top of his grade. He had girls falling at his feet and he had beat Harry at a quidditch match last year. Oliver wouldn't take 'I was sick, Oliver! Give me a break!' as an excuse and wanted his head on a silver platter. What more could a father want from a son? "I think that you underestimate the pride your father has in you, Cedric." Cedric finally gave his full attention to the younger boy as he looked at him, trying to see what Harry was seeing. "Good luck, Ced. I'll be rooting for you."

With that, he walked into the Great Hall and found his seat next to Hermione. She smiled at him and nudged his elbow. "Where did you go?" she asked.

"I was just outside. I saw a friend."

She nodded before turning back to talk to Ginny. "Settle down!" They all heard. Dumbledore was holding his hands and the students slowly began to quiet down. Albus gave them a kind smile. "Thank you. As you know, this ceremony for the Triwizard Tournament is to watch the Goblet choose our champions. Once you are chosen, you are bound to the game and must compete, but you know this from before when you put your name into the cup. I wish the three champions who are chosen good luck." The students cheered as the teachers clapped politely. "Let us begin."

The fires dimmed, making the light from the cup look brighter. The flames grew stronger and everyone began whispering under their breaths once the fire erupted in the air and threw out a small piece of paper. Albus caught in and read the name. "For Beauxbatons, Fleur Delacour!"

Her schoolmates cheered as Fleur stood with a beaming grin and walked down to Albus. Dumbledore smiled at her and shook her hand, handing her back her paper and pointing to the door that lead to the trophy room.

They quieted once more, waiting for the next champion to be chosen. The fire emitted another loud whoosh as a rough-looking piece of paper fell into Albus' hand. "The Drumstrang Champion… Viktor Krum!" A look of pleased determination fell onto Viktor's face as he stood and listened to the others celebrating for him. He strode down with utter confidence, bowed in respect to Albus before taking his paper and walking to the same door Fleur went to.

"Finally," Albus started. He watched the flame rise and the final paper came out. It just slipped his fingers and many gave quiet chuckles as their headmaster had to bend down to pick it up. Albus had a playful grin on his face as he got back up. "Sorry about that. Our Hogwarts Champion, I am very proud to say, is Cedric Diggory!"

Harry turned around and saw Cedric close his eyes as a bright smile came onto his face. Hufflepuff erupted into applause as their housemate stood and walked down to Albus. Dumbledore shook his hand happily before giving a quick point to show Cedric something. The tall boy turned to look at Harry. He grinned and Harry found himself smiling back before Cedric walked down to the Trophy Room.

"Everyone let us cheer and celebrate for our champions once more!" Albus said, clapping his hands. The Great Hall was filled with roars of clapping and shouting. "Yes, indeed. Let us wish good luck to the champions for they have-" Everyone fell silent as the sound of the flames echoed over Dumbledore's voice. They watched in confusion as a piece of paper slowly drifted downwards. Ron and Harry glanced at each other in confusion as Hermione looked over at Draco, who was quietly whispering to Blaise Zabini. Everyone stood up as they watched Dumbledore grow pale and walk over to McGonagall who standing just behind him.

"Good heavens," she said in shock. "This must be a mistake. There has to be some way to fix this!"

Albus shook his head as he looked back into the crowd and miserably announced the name on the paper. "Harry Cullen."

Harry's eyes widened as he slowly sunk back into his seat. Everyone turned to look at him. He heard the whispers begin and he shook his head furiously. This couldn't be happening. "Harry, they called your name," Ron said sadly.

"N-no," he stuttered. "Their must be something- I mean I didn't do it! I didn't put my name in!"

"I know mate, but you have to go! You know the rules," Ron insisted. "You'll be okay, alright? They're gonna find a way to fix this." He pulled Harry up, and the boy looked around at the faces looking at him. He flinched as he walked up to Albus who was waiting for him.

"Grandpa Albus, I didn't do it," he started, terrified.

"It's okay, son," Albus whispered. "Go down to the Trophy Room and we'll be down there with Crouch, okay?"

Harry shook his head. "I don't- but I didn't-"

"Harry, just go." The boy head the firm tone and knew he couldn't fight against this. He stepped backwards before turning and slugging his way towards the doors he had watched the champions go through. Minnie was giving him a sad look while Severus was glaring at him, probably wondering if he had found a way to put his name in. Sirius nodded his head, assuring Harry they would be down there in a few minutes.

Harry opened the door and walked down the steps to the Trophy Room. Fleur looked up at him and tilted her head in confusion. Viktor came up behind her with a questioning look on his face. "Harry?" he heard. Cedric began to walk towards him, but the boy ran forward and met him half-way. "Harry, what are you doing down here?"

"Cedric, someone put my name in the goblet and- I don't know what happened! It just- this can't be happening!"

"Woah, Harry!" Cedric said in shock, never having seen the boy so distressed before. "Someone put your name in the goblet? Do you know who?" He watched Harry shake his head and clench his eyes shut. "And it called your name out? How is that even possible? I don't understand."

"Cedric, I can't do this," Harry muttered desperately. "Once the cup calls your name out, that's it. There's no going back. You have to compete. What am I going to do? I can't do this!"

Cedric took him by the shoulders and shook him slightly. "Come on, mate snap out of it! What happened to all of that self-defense you told me your learned? You're amazing in your year, aren't you? You're the youngest seeker in a century, Harry. In first year, you faced of Quirrell and you went down into the Chamber of Secrets and defeated a basilisk! If they can't find a way to get you out of this, then you can do it! You can do this!"

"Ced, you don't understand!" Harry groaned. "The things I did… they were because I had to! This isn't just some game! When they said that you can die in this competition, you can die! Have you even read about any of the previous competitions? Dumbledore didn't want to alarm us, but the tournament was discontinued because the death tolls were getting high. Do you understand the amount of danger we're already in?!"

The four champions looked up as they watched teachers flood into the room. Severus nearly pushed everyone out of his way as he reached Harry and took the boy by his shoulders like Cedric had. He shook the boy roughly, glaring at him angrily. "Foolish boy! Did you put your name in the cup?!"

"No, sir!" Harry shouted.

"Did you get help to put it into the cup?!"

"N-no! Sev, I didn't do it!"

Sirius pried Severus' hands off his godson. "That's enough, Severus," he said as he pulled Harry into a tight hug.

"Sirius, I don't want to do this."

"I know, kid," Sirius muttered, kissing his forehead. "I know, but you have to. It's the rules. Once your name comes out of the goblet, you must compete."

"Sirius, this isn't some joke! Someone who put my name in that cup is intentionally trying to kill me!" His godfather held him tighter, knowing that what Harry was saying was most likely true. "Where's Grandpa Albus?" he whispered.

"He's flooing your parents. They should be here any-"

"HARRY JAMES!"

"-second," Sirius finished flatly.

"Dad," Harry said as he quickly ran to his father. Esme intercepted him and swept him into her arms.

"What have you got yourself into this time?!"

Harry laughed weakly at her attempt to make him feel better.

Harry woke in the morning and remembered what happened the night before. He flipped over and hid his face in the pillows. Last night, Sirius had asked them to stay in his quarters and they gladly agreed. Ron and Draco came over to stay with them and Remus flooed over as quickly as he could. Hermione stayed in her dorms, just to preserve decency and not stay in a room full of boys.

He sat up and carefully stepped over Draco and Ron so he wouldn't wake them, although he didn't really have to worry. He could take a pot and start banging it with a ladle and it still wouldn't wake the two. When he got out of the room he found Sirius, Remus and his parents sitting on the couches. "Good morning," he said, almost too quietly for his godfathers to hear.

"Come here, darling," Esme said, patting the seat next to her.

Harry grimaced and shook his head. "I should brush my teeth first mother. I'm sure my morning breath smells horrible."

"You're right," Carlisle grinned, laughing when his son gave him a glare. "Go on. We'll be waiting for you."

"And as we wait," Esme got up and walked over to Harry's room. "YOU TWO! GET UP! WE'RE HAVING A FAMILY TALK TO STRENGTHEN HARRY'S SPIRIT!" The others laughed as they heard Esme give a feral growl and the two sleeping boys stirred with a groan. "Don't you hide underneath that blanket, Draco Malfoy." A blanket was thrown out the door, landing near the sofa.

"Esme!" Draco whined.

"Up, up, up! Now!"

"Sleep," Ron drawled, his voice muffled from being buried in his pillow. Suddenly, Ron's tired voice turn into girlish shrieks. "Esme! Give me my pajama bottoms back!"

Harry burst into laughter, falling to his side on the ground. Draco came running out of the room, tears streaming down his face as his laughs grew hysterical.

Esme came out of the room, a rolled up pair of pajamas in her arms. "Stop blushing, young man! Don't forget, I used to give you baths when you stayed over at our house!"

"I was four! I'm fourteen now, Esme!"

"So then start acting like a fourteen year old, Ronald."

"Oh I just wanted to sleep more!" Ron stepped out with a look of utter embarrassment on his dark red face.

"Hey Ron," Draco stuttered. "Your face matches your red boxers!"

The redhead glared at them and crossed his arms as they all laughed at his expense.

~*~

Harry looked at the door and gulped. Hermione, who had arrived a few minutes after the morning escapades, gave him an encouraging smile. "Remember Harry, no matter what they say, we're still going to support you all the way through." Harry smiled at her and kissed her cheek before he waved goodbye to Esme, Carlisle and Remus.

"Come on, kid," Sirius said. Harry opened the door and stepped outside. He waited for the others to exit before they made their way down the corridor. They had a few minutes of peace and quiet before they reached one of the main hallways to the Great Hall. Everyone stared and pointed at him. Harry shrugged uncomfortably as his pace quickened. The whispering to him grew louder and louder.

"Did you hear he got Cedric Diggory to put his name into the cup?"

"Why would Harry do something like this? He never did like attention."

"I don't want to believe it. Harry's too nice to do something like this!"

"Attention hog if you asked me. He probably got sick of pretending like he didn't care. I bet his parents wish they didn't adopt him now." That one stung. Harry turned around, furious and about to defend himself, when he felt a hand fall on his shoulder.

"It would be wise to take that back, you slimy little git." Harry looked up to see Cedric and Blaise standing behind him with his friends.

Cormac McLaggen looked up and began laughing. "You're joking right? He's trying to take the attention off you and you're defending him?"

"He's not doing anything, McLaggen," Ron sneered. The two glared at each other. "Those who are too stupid to realize can go f-"

"Ronald!" Hermione hissed. Ron flinched before turning back to Harry.

"Come on, mate. You don't need to listen to pricks like him."

"Ronald!" Hermione stomped her foot like a child as she followed them quickly.

Harry glared at the egg before him, accusingly. "I bet you're working for the other champions. I bet you're only being temperamental with me because you're a barmy git!" Hermione scrunched her face up as she watched her friend talk to an inanimate object.

"Seriously, Harry," she said. "You should get more sleep."

Ron laughed as he picked the egg up and knocked on it. "Is there anything we haven't tried, mate? There has to be something. They wouldn't just give you a screeching egg."

"Well last I checked, they didn't give it to him," Draco cut in. "He fought a behemoth of a Hungarian Horntail to get it. Did you see how big that dragon was? It was definitely one of the bigger horntails. They must have been truly trying to kill you. They must not like you very much."

"You aren't helping," Harry muttered, dropping his head back onto the arm of the couch.

"Okay, let's just think," Hermione said with confidence in them figuring the problem out. "Once you open the egg, it starts screeching."

"Right."

"So all we know about the Second Task is…nothing?"

Harry groaned, throwing his arm over his eyes. "Grandpa Albus said it had to do with the Black Lake."

Hermione frowned. "You aren't supposed to get outside help, Harry. That's cheating."

"Moody said cheating was a long-standing tradition in the Tournament, the one thing I understand from him, ever."

Hermione shook his head. "Okay, so the lake and the screeching is obviously not just a chair being scraped across a floor but it has to have been made by something. Maybe a creature?"

"That sounds plausible," Ron agreed. "But now the question is what creature would make an annoying sound like that?"

"Turkeys," Draco said. They all turned to look at him in confusion. "What?! That weird noise they make is so annoying!"

"Right," Hermione said dully. "Let's get answers from someone who isn't a complete fool."

"Hey!" he defended, feeling affronted.

"Guys, if it has to do with the Lake…do you think maybe something with water will help us understand the egg?" Harry asked as if a light bulb lit in his head. Ron's eyes lit as he took his wand out and pointed it at the egg.

"Aguamenti!" he said as he turned the knob on the top. The stream of water jetted towards the inside of the egg but the screeching was still heard. Harry gave another grunt of annoyance.

"Of course it wouldn't work."

"Wait, wait. Harry, that isn't a bad idea. Didn't you hear it?"

Harry stared at Ron. "Yea, I have no idea what you're talking about."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Didn't you hear it, Harry? It didn't sound as bad."

"It sounded deafening," Draco frowned. "What are you two talking about?"

Hermione grinned at Ron. "Take it up to the bathroom and fill the tub up."

~*~

"They took something that I'll 'sorely miss'?" Harry frowned. "That's not very nice. And I can't think of anything that's missing- unless they stole my piano from home. How am I going to retrieve a piano from the bottom of the lake?" Hermione sat in her chair, wondering.

"Don't worry about that part yet, Harry. Let's just focus on what we know."

He nodded his head. "Okay, a voice that can't be heard above the ground, that's obviously a mermaid. So mermaids took something that I really, truly like and I only have one hour to look for it before it stays down in the lake forever… that's potentially problematic, isn't it?"

"Potentially problematic, Harry?" Draco laughed. "When was the last time you held your breath underwater for an hour?"

"We can ask Professor Snape if he knows any potions that can help us," Ron suggested.

"That's outside help," Hermione protested.

"Again… the tradition of cheating, Hermione," Harry grinned.

Harry and Draco stared at Ron in horror. The boy was standing in between them, his jaw dropped at what he had just done. "I'm really sorry," Harry apologized for him. He searched for a lie to help his friend. "We were just… having a go at him. We dared him to- hey! Ron!" The redhead jetted down the corridor as fast as he could. Draco laughed at the boy's expense as he left Harry to explain why Ron had just frighteningly shouted at her out of nowhere.

"Really, Fleur. We didn't know he was going to shout like that. We wouldn't have dared him to ask you to the ball if we knew," he lied.

The French girl nodded with a giggle. "Has he asked ze Grange girl?"

"You mean Granger? Even you have noticed that too, huh?" Harry smiled.

"Oui, but he hasn't?"

"No. Draco and I are still trying to figure out how to get him to realize it."

Fleur nodded in understanding. "Have you solved your egg yet?"

He nodded hesitantly before looking around. "Have you?"

A sad look came onto her face. "No, mais… I will soon, Harry! Don't worry!"

He winked at her. "Try giving it a wash, maybe a little bath," he whispered before waving goodbye and walking down the way that Draco and Ron did.

"Merci, 'Arry!" He heard. He turned back to give her one last smile before turning the corner. Although she didn't see, Harry's exit was ruined as he crashed into someone before him.

"Oh! Sorry, I didn't mean to- Oh, hi Luna!" He greeted. The blonde girl smiled at him as a dream-like haze filled her eyes.

"Hi there, Harry. How has your championing been going?"

He laughed and pulled her up onto her feet. "Just fine, but even this champion can't find a date for the ball. I think I'd have better luck with that Hungarian Horntail. It glared less them some of the girls in this school."

Luna giggled and kissed his cheek. "You'll find one soon enough, Sir Cullen." She waved and turned, skipping away. He watched her go before a sudden thought came into his mind.

"Lovely Lady Luna!"

~*~

"You're taking Luna?" Draco asked. He had just told Harry that he was taking Daphne to the ball, hoping that he could brag about how he was the only one with a date out of the three of them.

Harry nodded. "I asked her if she wanted to go with me as a friend. She could always walk off if someone else interests her."

"How noble of you, allowing your dates freedom if you bore them," He said sarcastically. "Did you hear who Neville is taking?"

"Who?"

"Ginny."

Ron sat up in shock. "Did you say Ginny?!" Just as he said her name, his little sister walked into the common room with a smile on her face. "Ginny!"

She flinched in shock. "What?"

"You're going to the ball with Neville?"

"Yea, didn't I tell you?"

He groaned and flopped back into his back. "Now I'm the only one without a date."

She shrugged and flipped her hair as she pushed his feet of the couch and sat down. "You know, we've all been waiting for you to ask Hermione." Harry and Draco sat up straight and shook their heads at Ginny. They didn't actually want to directly confront him about it. The last time they tried to convince Ron that he had a crush on Hermione they were landed with bat bogey hexes. Ron glared at the two and they immediately looked away. "Oh stop that," his sister commanded, smacking the back of his head.

"Ow! Ginny!"

"Would you get your act together and admit that you like Hermione already? I heard Viktor Krum has been following her around so it's only a matter of time until he asks her to the ball."

His eyes squinted but he crossed his arms and shook his head. "What do I care if she takes that Bulgarian bonbon?"

"Ron," Harry said in exasperation. "If you don't admit that you like her, well then guess what? She'll think you don't like her and she'll start looking for other boys. Do you think she's going to find anyone better than Ron Weasley?!"

He got up with a fire in his eyes. "No!"

"So then do you want Hermione to settle for less?!" Draco cut in, taking advantage of Ron's rage.

"Absolutely not!"

"Doesn't Hermione deserve the best?!"

"Yes!"

"Who's the best, Ron?!" Draco jumped up, taking him by the shoulders.

"I'm the best!"

"WHO'S THE BEST, RON?!"

"RON. WEASLEY. IS. THE. BEST!"

"THEN GO OUT THERE AND GIVE HER YOUR BEST!"

"YEA!" Ron pushed Draco off of him and went running out of the Common Room.

"How'd you do that?" Harry asked, awestruck.

Draco shrugged nonchalantly as he flipped his hair. "Don't ask a man why he's amazing."

"Yea, that didn't make any sense," Ginny said.

"Shut up!"

"Mom!" Harry exclaimed in surprise as Esme walked through the portrait hole. "What are you doing here? I thought you went on that romantic getaway to France with dad," he teased. She laughed as he pulled him up and gave him a tight hug. "Oxygen!"

"Oh sorry, darling!" She smiled, kissing his forehead. "Our romantic getaway as you said has finished. Alice welcomed us back with pretty flowers and new clothes, but I have a better surprise for you!"

"Really?" He asked with bright eyes. "Oh I know! New clothes for Faolan." The wolf appeared and glared at his master. "Just kidding!" Faolan huffed before trotting off to Draco and laying his head on his lap. "So what's the surprise mother?"

"Albus asked me to decorate the Great Hall for the ball!"

He grinned. "That's great! It'll look beautiful once you're done with it."

"That's not all, Harry," she said with an evil glint in her eyes.

He frowned and looked back at his friends. Ginny shrugged as she moved further away from the vampire. "Well?"

She let out a giggle. "I'm going to be a chaperone!"

His eyebrows shot up and his voice turned squeaky. "Oh?" He cleared his throat. "That's… wow! Yea, that'll be fun!"

"Of course it will, Harry darling! Now I can take pictures of you and your date to put up at home!"

"Please don't," he muttered.

"Chin up, Harry," Draco laughed. "This is going to be too good. Have I ever told you that I loved you, Esme?"

Esme raised a brow. "I wouldn't be making fun of Harry, mon petit Draco."

He frowned. "Why?"

To answer his question, Narcissa walked in and stood next to her friend. "Hello, love," she smirked.

His lips twitched and he hid his face in Faolan's fur. "Hello mother," he said, his voice muffled. "This shall be so much fun."

~*~

Half an hour had passed and Narcissa still hadn't left Draco alone. She was teasing him mercilessly about going to the ball with Daphne and how cut a couple they would make. Luckily for Harry, Esme had finished her tirade. "Harry darling, we've all been rather curious to know who your date to the ball is," Esme told him.

"Hasn't Alice told you yet?"

She shook her head. "She doesn't want to ruin the surprise but she won't stop talking about how cute you two will be, especially with the outfits she got for you two."

Harry groaned. "She bought me new dress robes? My dress robes still fit! I don't know why she always has to buy me new clothes and I don't think Luna will need a new-"

"Oh Harry, you're taking Luna?" Esme gasped as her hand flew to her cheek. "Oh darling, you'll look adorable together."

He rolled his eyes. "We're just going as friends, mother."

She shrugged and waved her hand. "It doesn't matter! Oh, I can't wait to tell your father! You know how we both love Luna. She's such a beautiful, young girl."

"Mother, please!" Harry begged.

Before she could continue, Hermione came running into the Common room. Harry, Ginny and Draco glanced at each other with a smirk. "Guys! Guess what? Oh hello, Miss Esme! Miss Narcissa! You're just in time for the good news!"

"What is it?" Harry asked with a smirk. Draco nudged his mother and Narcissa looked at him questioningly. He leaned in and whispered in her ear and a bright smile came across her face.

"I have a date to the ball!" She said in excitement.

"Oh congratulations, Hermione dear," Esme said with a smile. "Who has the pleasure of taking you?"

She blushed as Ron came behind her with a weak smile. Hermione glanced at him with a giggle. "Viktor Krum," he answered for her.

"What?!" Draco nearly shouted. Narcissa gave a quiet gasp as Ginny and Harry looked at the redhead sadly.

"Oh Ronald!" She laughed, "You know I wanted to tell them! He asked me today in the library and once he left I ran out as soon as I could to tell you all! I hope you all don't mind, especially since he's one of the other champions, but he's a lot nicer than he looks! I was thinking about what to tell you all but I just happened to run into Ron on the way and he convinced me that you would support me!" She frowned. "That reminds me… you wanted to ask me something. Sorry Ronald, what was it?"

He gave a sad shrug. "It was nothing. I was just wondering if you would help me with my charms assignment but I'm not going to steal your excitement away from you with boring homework."

She smiled at him. "Ron, you and I both know that you're amazing at charms. You don't need my help, you're just being lazy!"

"Oh leave him be," Esme laughed. She took Hermione's hand and led her up the stairs to the girls' dorm rooms. "Come on, Ginny, Narcissa! Let's have girl talk and give them their boy time!" Ginny gave a small wave to her brother.

"Love you, Ron," She told him. He nodded with a smile.

Narcissa stood and hugged Ron tightly. She sifted his hair through her fingers and kissed his cheek. "The girl you take to the ball will be a very lucky one, Ronald."

"Thank you, Narcissa," he whispered before she followed the girls and walked up the stairs.

Draco and Harry looked at the sad boy. "Ron, mate," Harry started.

"I'm just going to go do some homework," he said suddenly. "I'll see you guys later." Draco frowned and shook his head.

"I shouldn't have forced him to-"

"Don't blame yourself, Dray," Harry said, patting his friend's back. Draco nodded and gave a smile.

"Help him cheer up, yea mate? I'll try and find him a pretty Ravenclaw."

"Deal."

AN: Hey guys! IF YOU DIDN'T NOTICE, I MOVED THE STORY FROM JUST HARRY POTTER TO THE HARRY POTTER/TWILIGHT CROSSOVER SECTION. That is all.