A/N: Get ready for an action packed chapter people! There's some drama, action, and a little romance. Probably one of the best chapters I've written so far. So remember to review! Oh and thanks im-the-doctor and muentiger for reviewing!

Rosaline's POV

I didn't go to the second task of the tournament; it was just too much for me at the moment. I wanted to root for Harry but seeing Cedric there was just uncomfortable. And I definitely did not want to see his whorish girlfriend there either. I sat in the library, flipping through the pages of random books. I didn't exactly read what was on the pages, I just flipped through the books until I reached the end.

Soon I became completely bored from the library. I started to roam around the school, since everyone else was watching the champions. It was dead silent in the hallways. Probably no one was in the school except for me. I hummed sub-consciously as I looked at the walls that I passed. Every picture looked at me and followed my movement as I walked by. I'm pretty sure that one of the old ladies in a picture sneered at my appearance. I smirked and continued down the hall.

Suddenly I heard shouting behind a door that I went by. I stopped in my tracks and came a little closer to the door.

"Stop being impatient you foul, rat-faced git," someone cursed.

"It's not me that's impatient," another man stuttered, "It's our master."

"You tell him that the boy is in my grasp," the other one said.

"Well hurry," the stuttering man replied, "We need to do the ritual before the end of the tournament. Preferably during the third task."

"I already have it planned out," the other man said, "I've got a way of getting the boy to the Dark Lord without being noticed."

The Dark Lord? Isn't that Voldemort?

The only boy that Voldemort wanted was...

"Harry," I whispered.

My eyes widened as I covered my mouth.

"Did you say something?" one of the men asked.

"No," the other one said.

I quickly ran off and hid behind the wall. I heard the door open and someone step out into the hallway.

"I know that someone heard us," a man's voice said.

That voice. It's sounds so familiar.

"I c-can't be seen here," the other man stuttered. "I must leave. I can hear my master calling me."

"Then go," the other man hissed.

Where have I heard that voice before?

The door then shut. l peaked my head into the hallway; there was no one there. I sighed and then walked as far away as I could.

The Dark Lord was trying to return again. And he wanted Harry. Someone in this school was going to help Voldemort get to him. That's why Harry was chosen for the tournament. One of the men must have put his name into the Goblet of Fire. So it was obviously a Professor or someone who worked here. I shook my head as a chill ran down my spine.

Aaralyn entered the common room, smiling gladly. She sat down on the couch as I sat in front of the fire place.

"Who won?" I asked.

"Cedric," she sighed, "But Dumbledore gave Harry second place for not only saving Ron, but also Fleur's little sister."

"That's nice," I said, not really paying attention.

"Are you okay?" Aaralyn asked.

"Well," I paused, "No."

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"It's Harry," I said.

"Is he hurt?" Aaralyn asked worried.

"He's going to be if he stays in the tournament," I said.

"What are you talking about?" Aaralyn asked.

"I was walking around the school when I heard something," I said, "These two guys talking about something. They were talking about Voldemort. They're trying to bring him back."

Aaralyn gasped.

"If he comes back then he'll come for Harry," she said.

"That's the plan," I said. "Once he returns they're going to bring Harry to him. Preferably during the third task."

"We can't let that happen," Aaralyn said, "We've got to stop them."

"How are we supposed to stop them?" I asked, "We don't even know who they are."

"We'll have to follow Harry into the third task," Aaralyn said.

"Are you insane?" I asked, "We'll never get away with that."

"We don't have much time to think of a better plan," she snapped.
I sighed and furiously ran my hands through my hair.

"I don't know what to do," I said, "We are getting in way over our heads."

"You're right," Aaralyn sighed, "But we can't just stand around and do nothing about this. Harry is our friend."

"I need to go for a walk," I said.

I left the common room and started to walk around the school again. I must have been near the Hufflepuff common room, because I could hear people cheering Cedric's name. I rolled my eyes and turned around to go the other way.

"Rosaline," someone said.

But I knew who it was. I turned back around to see Cedric.

"Cedric," I nodded, "Congratulations on winning."

"Thanks," he said, "What brings you here?"

"I go to this school, remember?" I smartly replied.

"I know that," Cedric scoffed, "What are you doing near the Hufflepuff common room?"

"Just going for a walk," I said, "What do you care?"

"I don't," he replied coldly.

I rolled my eyes and started to walk pass him. But he stopped me by grabbing my wrist.

"Why do you hate me so much?" he asked.

"We've already been over that," I said.

"I already said I was sorry for it," he said.

"But I haven't forgiven you yet," I said.

"Why won't you?" he asked frustrated, "What do I need to do? I have never had to work so hard just to get one measly little 'I forgive you!'"

"Oh boo-hoo," I said sarcastically, "Get over it. Maybe I'll never forgive you. Maybe I'll never want to talk to you ever again. So get over yourself and just leave-"

In the middle of my fury Cedric interrupted me. By kissing me straight on the lips. He held my tightly against him as he kissed me longer. I tried not to kiss back, but the longer he kept me there the hard it was to not kiss back. The smallest voice in the back of my head yelled for me to kiss back and forgive him. But the angry voice in my head dominated and made me pulled away. I looked at him frustrated, as he looked at me with shock. I didn't know it was shock of my reaction or shock of what he just did.

"Just...leave...me...alone," I finished my sentence.

I then walked away. Luckily he didn't follow me this time. I couldn't help but think about the feeling of his lips against mine. I could still remember the touch, and how it left this tingle on my lips. How the hell was I supposed to deal with all of this?

Aaralyn's POV

I was walking to my next class when I saw poor Neville Longbottom being tormented by a couple of Slytherins. They grabbed his books and threw them onto the ground. As Neville tried to pick them up, one of the boys kicked him down to the ground as well.

"Pathetic little Gryffindor," he sneered.

I know that nauseating voice anywhere. Draco Malfoy.

Malfoy laughed as Neville started to whimper. His 'minions' laughed along with him.

"That does it," I muttered.

I walked up to them and glared furiously.

"Leave Neville alone Malfoy," I said.

"Oh if it isn't Aaralyn White," Malfoy said, "The freak of Ravenclaw."

"Don't turn things on me ferret face," I snapped, "Now leave Neville alone. What did he ever do to you?"

"He got in my way," he said.

"Right," I sarcastically stated as I rolled my eyes.

"What do you care White?" Malfoy snapped, "Do you fancy Longbottom?"

"I'd fancy anyone who isn't you," I said.

Malfoy's friends chuckled, making him cast them death glares. They both immediately shut their mouths and Malfoy turned back to me. He then walked up to me until I could smell his foul breath.

"I'll never forgive for what you did to me," he growled.

"I wasn't looking for an apology," I said.

He glared even harder. I tried to walk away but Malfoy stepped in front of me.

"Move out of the way," I said.

"Make me," he dared.

I glared and then shrugged.

"Okay," I said.

I then connected his nose with my fist strongly, making him fall back at least two feet. Blood started gushing from his nose. I smirked and then walked over to Neville. I helped him gather his books and then handed them to him.

"Thanks Aaralyn," he said.

"No problem," I smiled.

"This isn't over White," Malfoy spat.

"Then be prepared," I threatened, "Because next time I'll break more than you're nose. I'll even remove a few of your limbs if I have to."

I then walked off to my next class before I was late.

Rosaline and I were in the courtyard, underneath one of the trees. It was still cold out, but it wasn't a harsh, bitter cold. We were talking about the usual stuff; classes, friends, annoying teachers, antics pulled off by yours truly. Suddenly Rosaline looked up in front of us and smirked towards me. I turned and started to smile. It was George.

"I'll leave you two alone," Rosaline giggled.

She got up from her spot next to me which was quickly replaced by George.

"Hey," he said.

"Hi," I said.

"So I heard that you broke Malfoy's nose," he smirked.

I smiled brightly and nodded.

"It's about bloody time someone did," George laughed, "I'm just sad it wasn't me."

"Don't worry," I said, "You'll get your chance."

"You're too funny," George smirked.

"And you're too cute," I said.

"I'm sorry but the answer I was looking for was charming or extremely handsome," he said.

"Don't push your luck," I said.

"Right," he chuckled as he pulled me in for a kiss.

I gladly kissed back. As I started to slide my arms around his neck I heard someone gagging. We both looked up to see Harry and Ron; Harry was smirking while Ron just looked appalled.

"That's just foul," Ron said.

"What's wrong?" George asked, "It's just snogging."

"But with one of my friends?" Ron asked.

George shrugged which made me laugh. Ron rolled his eyes and started to walk away.

"See you guys later," Harry chuckled as he started to follow Ron.

I waved goodbye and then turned back to George. By the look in his eyes I could tell he wanted to kiss me again. I smirked and decided to tease him a little. I came close enough to make it look like I was going to kiss him but I then moved my lips to kiss his cheek.

"I have to go," I said.

I picked up all of my books and started to leave, but George pulled me back to him and kissed me passionately on the lips.

"You can't tease me Aaralyn," he said, "It's just cruel."

"But the look on your face is hilarious," I giggled.

He playfully glared as I continued to laugh. He then ceased my laughing by kissing me one more time.

We were in our Defense of the Dark Arts class. Today Professor Moody was having us practice dueling. He had us pair up with someone to do some prep for the big duel that we would have. We only had a few minutes of preparing before he made a giant aisle in the middle of the room.

"Who would like to go first?" he asked.

Everyone was silent. No one actually wanted to fight anyone. Suddenly someone stepped out into the clearing of the room; Malfoy. He had the biggest smirk on his face. He was up to something.

"If you don't mind Professor," he said, "I would like to pick my rival."

"Go ahead," Moody said.

His smirk turned even bigger. What was he going to do?

"Aaralyn White," he said.

My eyes widened. Rosaline looked at me as if I was going to die. I probably was since I broke Malfoy's nose. I didn't want to do this at all. I couldn't fight him with magic; considering the fact that I wasn't a witch. But I didn't have a choice. I stepped out into the aisle, wand in hand. I put on my best poker face and met Malfoy midway. We stood there silently for a moment.

"Told you this wasn't over," he sneered.

I just glared at him in response. We bowed and then turned to each end of the aisle. I stood there, nervously breathing in.

"3, 2," Professor Moody counted down, "1. Now."

"Stupefy!" Malfoy cursed.

I flew back, hitting the wall. I heard a few people gasp, and Rosaline looked like she was going to pounce on Malfoy. But luckily Ron held her back. I got up and brushed off the pain.

"Again," Moody said. "3, 2, 1. Go."

"Expelliarmus!" Malfoy said, making my wand fall out of my hand.

"Rictusempra!" he then shouted.

It then felt like everything was in slow motion. I could see the spell zooming towards me. I was frozen for a second. But then my instincts kicked in and did something unexpected. I held my hands up, creating a force field around me. The spell bounced off of me and charged towards Malfoy. It hit him, causing him to do several horizontal flips in the air. My eyes widened in shock when I realized what I just did. I just used my powers...in public. I looked down at my hands and then around me. Everyone was staring at me in amazement, shock and confusion. I quickly grabbed my bag and then ran out of the class room.

"What have I done?" I whispered to myself.

A/N: CLIFFHANGER! Ha! Didn't see that did you? Don't forget to review!