Well, here we go, chapter 9 :)

Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling. Mia Homing belongs to me

Chapter 9: Harry's Party

Mia, Fred and George scurried down the hallway towards the kitchens. Mia tickled the pear as they went through numerous ways that Harry could've put his name in the Goblet. They thought of none that seemed even remotely realistic.

When the kitchen door swung open, half the house-elves stopped what they were doing and bowed or curtsied. Mia smiled at them, she wondered why Hermione wanted to intervene with their lives- they were happy!

"What is the Miss and Misters wanting?" one house-elf asked in its squeaky voice.

"Right… jam tarts!" Fred said, and, almost instantly, a house-elf came running up with a tray full.

"Chocolate cakes!" Mia exclaimed, seeing a plate of them. One of the house-elves picked it up and handed it to Mia, beaming. She shrugged and took it, taking a bite out of one of them, nodding.

"Got any Butterbeer?" George asked.

"There is crates over here," a House-Elf said, hurrying over to a corner. It dragged two crates over to George, who picked them up.

They thanked the House-Elves and left the Kitchens, wandering along up to Gryffindor Tower. Mia with two large plates of chocolate cakes, Fred three trays of jam tarts stacked on top of each other and George with two crates of Butterbeer.

"Wish I knew how he did it," Fred wondered, wistfully.

They entered the Common Room and set the plates on the tables around the room.

Finally, they heard movement from outside in the hallway.

"No, no, Vi, it's the password," they heard the Fat Lady say. She swung forward, and instantly, everyone was screaming, shouting, and clapping Harry on the back.

Nobody noticed his down-hearted attitude.

"You should've told us you'd entered!" Fred yelled.

"How did you do it without getting a beard? Brilliant!" roared George.

"Didn't think of sharing your amazing plan with us?" Mia bellowed, ruffled Harry's hair.

"I didn't," Harry said. "I don't know how…" of course, no one believed him.

"Oh, if it couldn't be me, at least it's a Gryffindor-" Angelina was saying.

"You'll be able to pay back Diggory for that last Quidditch match, Harry!" shrieked Katie.

"We've got food, Harry, come and have some-"

"I'm not hungry; I had enough at the feast-"

"Oh, c'mon, Harry!" Mia yelled, shoving a plate with chocolate cakes on under his nose.

Fred and George threw the Gryffindor banner over Harry and knotted it so many times, Mia was sure it would be impossible to get off. Every time Harry got near the staircase, he was pulled back, but when Harry finally did escape, the party still raved on.

Mia, Fred and George stood by the table with all the food on. Well, most of it had disappeared by now, but there was a few jam tarts left. Mia was holding a bottle of Butterbeer in her hand and taking a sip every few minutes.

"Right. So, seeing as all three of us failed to even get our name into the Goblet, how are we going to pass the time for the rest of this year?" Mia asked, taking another gulp of her Butterbeer.

Across the room, Angelina, Alicia and Katie were watching them carefully. Mia and George seemed to edging ever closer, but it was happening ever so slowly. An idea struck Angelina.

"FRED WEASLEY!" she yelled, fixing her face into an angry expression. Mia, Fred and George looked over to her.

"What happened?" Alicia asked, startled.

"Nothing, I'm helping our two little lovebirds," Angelina murmured before yelling, "WHAT EVER GAVE YOU THE IDEA THAT YOU HAD THE RIGHT TO-"

"Angie, don't cause a scene!" Alicia said, catching on to the idea. Several people were looking at her now. Across the room, Mia and George were trying not to laugh.

"Don't cause a scene? DON'T CAUSE A SCENE? OK, I WON'T! FRED, GET OVER HERE NOW!" Fred's eyes flicked a bit, and then he slowly walked over to where the three chasers were standing.

"What did I do?" he asked cautiously.

"Nothing," Angelina shrugged.

"Then why-"

"Mia and George can't have any fun with you standing around, now, can they?" Angelina winked. Fred just smirked.

"What do you reckon he did?" Mia asked, looking at them.

"Dunno, but its Angelina, she over-reacts," George replied. Mia nodded. They'd moved a bit, and Mia was now standing in front of George, who was leaning against the table. She leaned back against him and rested her head on his chest, closing her eyes and sighing. One of his arms rapped around her waist, the other began tapping a rhythm on her leg. She put the bottle back to her lips and tipped it up, but it was empty. She sighed placed it on the table behind her.

George watched suspiciously as Angelina and Fred converse across the room. He didn't notice when his fingers started to trace lightly up Mia's leg, pause at her hip, slide back down and repeat the motion, but Mia did. Her eyes flew open and she seemed to concentrate fully on his circling fingertips. She licked her lips and leaned back a bit more into him. He blinked, looking down at her and suddenly realised what he was doing, stopping, his hand hovering just above her hip.

Mia licked her lips again and twisted around, so she was facing George, and looked up at him. One arm was still around her waist, the other was now hanging limply by his side. They were close. There actually wasn't any space between their bodies.

"I… I think imma go to bed!" she blurted out suddenly, without even thinking about it. She slid out of George's hold quickly and ran upstairs towards the girls' dormitory, without looking back. George watched her go with a dejected expression on his face, both arms now hanging limply by his side.

Across the room, Fred and Angelina cursed, and Fred walked over to his brother.

Upstairs, Mia threw herself onto her bed, wrapping her arms around her knees and leaning against the head bored. She stared blankly at the school books spread out across her bed, which she'd been throwing around franticly that morning trying to find her spare quills. She bit her lip. "I could've done it. Right there. I could've. But I didn't. Why?" she asked aloud, to, of all the books scattered over her bed, her potions book. It didn't answer her. She rested her head on her knees, groaning and gripping her scalp.

Cuz you're an idiot? She thought.

She groaned and threw her head onto the pillow, covering her face with her hands.

Yup, she thought, complete idiot.

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