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A/N The chapter you've all been waiting for, the first task! Okay, since only a couple of people voted on who Seven's date would be to the Ball, I've decided that the main pairing will happen sooner than I wanted at first. This chapter, to be exact.

Enjoy!

One other thing… I don't feel like doing an accent right now, just imagine Fleur having one.

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It was 03:07 according to Cedric's watch when Seven started stirring. She and Cedric seemed to have changed positions while they were sleeping. They were lying in the middle of the bed, Cedric's right arm wrapped around Seven's waist while Seven was resting her head on his chest, her arm wrapped around his middle and her right leg draped across his.

She took in a slow, deep breath and let it out as she opened her right eye, lifting up her head and opening her other eye. She looked at Cedric's sleeping face and gave a little smile before lying her head back on his chest and pulling her body closer to his as his arm tightened its grip on her waist, falling asleep a minute later.

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The room was filled with a loud beeping coming from Cedric's watch, which read 05:35.

Cedric groaned as he meshed the button on the side of his watch, turning the annoying noise off.

"Good morning sunshine." Seven said sleepily, tilting her head upward to look into Cedric's face.

"Good morning to you, Miss Potter." Cedric replied, a little more awake now as he sat up to lean on his elbows, bringing Seven along with him.

Seven sat up all the way and turned her body to face him while sitting cross legged.

"Thanks." She said, looking down at her hands in her lap.

"For what?" Cedric asked, successfully getting Seven to look up at him again.

"For staying with me… And for yesterday." Seven replied with a faint blush on her cheeks.

Cedric smiled. "You know, it's okay to show emotions every once and a while."

"Yeah… I've just gotten so used to being punished for doing just that." Seven responded with a lone tear falling down her left cheek.

Cedric leaned over and wiped the tear away with the pad of his thumb.

"It's okay," He said. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."

Seven smiled before hugging him and planting a small kiss on his cheek.

"Thank you."

They stayed like that for a few more minutes before Seven pulled away slightly and the next thing Cedric knew was the feeling of her lips on his.

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"Where are they?" Dumbledore asked his Deputy Headmistress, Minerva McGonagall, twenty minutes before the first task was to begin.

McGonagall shook her head. "I don't know; we can't find them anywhere." She said while looking back at the castle doors, hoping the two Hogwarts Champions would walk out of them at any second. She sighed when they didn't.

Dumbledore sighed also. "I will ask Mr. Krum and Miss Delacour if they have seen them." He said before walking into the tent in which said two people were waiting somewhat impatiently.

"Have either of you seen Mr. Diggory or Miss Potter?" Dumbledore asked them when he had their attention.

"I'm sorry Professor Dumbledore, but I haven't seen them since yesterday." Fleur told him as Krum shook his head.

Dumbledore sighed again.

Just then McGonagall rushed into the tent.

"They are on their way." She said as she straightened her robes, Seven Potter and Cedric Diggory running in a few minutes later looking rather disheveled.

"S-S-Sorry we're late." Seven gasped out while clutching a stitch in her side.

"Well, you are here now, and that's what matters." Dumbledore said, relieved.

As soon as Cedric and Seven had caught their breath, Ludo Bagman entered the tent with a bag in his hands.

"Well, now that we're all here – time to fill you in!" He said brightly. "I'm going to offer each of you this bag, from which you will each select a small model of what you're about to face! There are different – er – varieties, you see. And I have to tell you something else too…ah, yes…you're task is to collect the golden egg! Youngest first,"

The bag shook and something pointy managed to poke its way out of the side of it. Seven looked up at Bagman before reaching into the bag. She felt something long and round and pulled it out of the bag.

Sitting in the palm of her hand was a small spiky Dragon. Seven gave a little scream and dropped the Dragon, which was knocked out from landing on its head, and pointed at it.

"It's a Dragon!" She cried. "A fucking Dragon! I'm only fourteen! How in the Hell am I supposed to get passed a Dragon!"

Bagman seemed to shrink at the temper of the black haired girl in front of him.

"Miss Potter!" McGonagall reprimanded, looking pointedly at her.

Seven bit her lip to stop herself from saying something she might regret later.

"Mr. Diggory…" Cedric pulled out a yellowish Dragon, with Fleur getting a green while Krum got a red-ish one.

"Now that you each have a model, you will come out as your name is called. Good luck!" And with that, Bagman walked out of the tent, leaving the Champions with Professor's McGonagall and Dumbledore.

"I ought to be getting to the Judges box… Good luck, all of you." Dumbledore said before leaving threw the opening of the tent that Bagman went threw.

McGonagall nodded to them before also leaving.

"Are you okay, Seven?" Cedric asked as he walked over to her.

"I will be." Seven gave him a small smile.

"Cedric Diggory!" The voice of Ludo Bagman reverberated throughout the tent.

"Why the hell do I have to be first?" Cedric asked rhetorically. Seven smiled a comforting smile before giving Cedric a tight hug.

"You'll do just fine." She said into his chest.

"Cedric Diggory!" Bagman called again, sounding impatient.

"I better go." Cedric mumbled as he gave Seven a little squeeze before letting go of her and walking out of the tent.

Seven decided to do some stretches, just in case, while ignoring everything around her.

"Seven Potter!" She looked up and saw that she was alone in the tent.

"Psh, of course I'm last. Bet I have the most dangerous one too." Seven muttered to herself as she walked out into the arena.

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When Seven entered the first aid tent she saw Cedric with thick orange past on his face and she ran over to him.

"What happened to you?" She asked worriedly as she grabbed Cedric's chin and moving his head around so she could examine his face.

"Seven." Cedric said, pulling her hand down and holding it in his own. "I'm fine. It's just a little burn, it'll be gone by tonight."

Seven gave a sigh of relief. "Good." She said. "I bloody hate this contest."

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A/N This has to be the shortest chapter I've written so far…I'm so sorry it took so long, I got a terrible case of writers block on ALL of my fics. I'm working on my others though, so if you're reading them, well, at least you know that I'm working on them.

Everything went the same as in the book. If you haven't read it yet… What's wrong with you?

I would like to thank everyone who reviewed the last chapter. I would put the names of everyone, but you know who you are. The fact that it's fuckin two in the morning has nothing to do with it….Err… Review please!