Bloom and Harry are sitting in Moody's office, who's chuckling about Bloom's treatment of Ferret-Draco.
All the other students were laughing as well, until Bloom caught him by the tail.
They all thought she was actually going to kick him straight into a school window or something.
Moody himself was on the verge of punishing Draco when Bloom went after him.
"Now, what are you going to do about your dragon, Bloom?"
Bloom shrugs, she really has no idea.
"Listen, your pal Diggory could take a whistle into a watch and have it sing you the time at your age. Fleur is as much a fairy princess as I am, what's so funny?"
Bloom is barely suppressing a snort of laughter, and Harry is grinning.
"Nothing Professor, that term just applies to me a tiny bit. Personal background."
"Ah, okay. Krum's head may be full of sawdust, but Igor's is not. He'll have a strategy, and it'll play on Krum's strengths. What is your greatest strength?"
Harry blurts "Her anger."
Moody looks at Harry with confusion, and Bloom says "Stuff tends to happen when I get angry enough. And believe me, I've has something of an excess ever since the Goblet Spit out my name. And nobody but Harry's really tried to help when it comes to calming me down right now."
Moody says "Well then, you need to find a way to use your anger against a dragon."
In the waiting tent, Bloom is pacing back and forth. They hear the sound of the Hungarian Horntail again, it sounds angry - exactly like how Bloom is.
She's barely keeping her magic in check, and the only thing keeping Fleur, Cedric, and Krum from suspecting something is more than a little off with her is the fact that the sun is shining directly on the tent.
Harry suddenly whispers "Psst. Bloom, you there?"
She goes over to the side of the tent, and whispers "Yeah, have any ideas for me, Harry? Aside from going full on and blasting this thing to smithereens?"
Harry doesn't, and he knows Bloom won't transform and give herself away.
"How're you feeling? Ok?"
"Angry at the world and especially at whoever decided to get me in this stupid tournament. Why?"
"Well, concentrate. After that…"
"Fight a dragon somehow, I know."
Harry enters the tent and hugs Bloom - and then a flash of light hits both of them.
Rita Skeeter is standing there grinning, and says "Young love, how stirring. If anything unfortunate happens, you'll make the front page!"
Now stuff starts rattling, and Krum says "This tent is for Champions and friends only."
"No matter, I have what I came for."
That sets Bloom off, and she goes out of the tent after Rita, likely to break her camera into a million pieces.
They all hear her yell "Alright lady, get back here!"
Fleur asks "Did it just get a lot cooler in here?"
Cedric mutters "I feel bad for whatever dragon she gets."
Bloom comes back in a minute later, having lost Rita in the crowd.
Her eyes aren't on fire at the moment, but she's really mad.
Anything else happens to get her angrier, something dramatic is going to happen.
Dumbledore enters, and has the Champions gather around him.
Harry leaves, giving Bloom one last look.
They have to draw marbles from the bag in Crouch's hand, and each represents a real dragon.
Fleur gets the Welsh Green Krum gets the Chinese Fireball, Cedric has the Swedish Short-snout, and Bloom gets the Hungarian Horntail.
Each dragon has a golden egg they have to protect, they have to get the egg from their dragon.
It sounds simple enough, the catch is how they're supposed to do that.
Fleur, Krum, and Cedric go in turn, and all three want to see what Bloom does.
She looks around at the field, and sees the golden egg in plain sight.
"This is too easy. Where's the dragon?"
She looks around at the crowd, and Draco sarcastically yells "Go on, mystery girl! See just how long you last!"
That sends Bloom's anger over the boiling point, and everything starts trembling and shaking more than slightly - like there's a low-grade earthquake happening.
Everybody notices a little, but they're more focused on Bloom's angry striding out into the field - without any kind of protection or plan in effect.
The Hungarian Horntail flies down and lands directly in front of her and roars - then it freezes as it looks at her.
It goes from angry that she's intruding in what it's obviously claimed as its territory to scared and whimpering as it stares her in the eye - and hers are on fire, full of power, and have turned completely orange.
Her anger and frustration boil over right then, reaching her flashpoint - good thing nobody sees the rock behind the dragon explode, they'll all probably just put it down to having gotten hit by the dragon's tail.
She yells directly into its face "OUT OF THE WAY, YOU OVERGROWN LIZARD WITH WINGS!"
It suddenly turns tail - literally - and flies off to hide with a massive amount of whimpering.
Bloom shouts after it "You'd better run, or I'll turn you into a fancy purse!"
She storms over to the egg and snatches it up then heads back to the tent.
She doesn't have a mark on her, she didn't even get a whiff of the dragon's breath.
Draco faints right then and there, but the crowd bursts into massive cheers - and Harry is right in front giving her two thumbs up.
Ron's grinning as well, and giving her his support right next to Harry.
*Gryffindor Common Room*
That night, the Weasley twins have Bloom sitting on their shoulders and Fyra's sitting on Bloom's and inspecting the egg.
Everyone is congratulating her on having the fastest time ever with the first trial, but nobody knows how she did it.
Bloom says she doesn't know, but she secretly has an idea.
The Dragon Flame might have reacted to her insane amount of anger - and the Horntail likely sensed it and left to survive.
She doesn't say that though, and everyone believes her when she says she doesn't know what happened.
Seamus asks "What's the clue?" Bloom opens the egg, but a horrible screech comes out of it.
She instantly closes it, and holds her head after handing it to Harry.
Harry asks "What the bloody hell was that?"
Bloom answers "Painful, that's what. This isn't good."
Ron appears in the doorway, as Fred says "Alright everyone, back to your knitting. This is really going to be painful enough without you clods listening in."
Ron says "I reckon you'd have to be absolutely mental to have put your name in the Goblet."
Bloom stares at him like she might do anything then asks "It seriously took you all this time to figure out I really don't want to have to listen to this?!"
She opens the egg again for emphasis, then quickly shuts it.
Ron waits until his ears stop ringing, and says "It wasn't just me, everyone was saying it behind your back!"
"Thanks, that makes me feel loads better to know people who've known me four years now can't tell when I'm telling the truth."
She spins around to look at the room, nobody meets her eyes.
"At least I warned you about the dragons!"
Bloom and Harry look at him strangely, and Bloom says "Hagrid warned me."
"Well, I told you to go to Hagrid. I told Hermione to say that Seamus told me from Dean that Parvati said Hagrid was looking for you. Well, Seamus never told me anything, so it was me all along. I figured you'd figure it out, nothing ever gets past you for long."
Bloom throws her hands up in the air and asks "Who could ever figure that out? Ron, that was insane!"
"Yeah, I suppose it was. I might've been a bit distraught."
They all laugh, and Harry hands Bloom her egg back.
During lunch, a boy named Nigel hands Ron a package from his mother - then he glances at Harry and Bloom for a moment.
Ron says "Not now Nigel, later - promise."
Nigel nods, then gets out of the room fast.
Bloom asks "What was all that about?"
"I promised Nigel I'd get your two autographs. Mum sent me a dress?"
He pulls out some fabric, and says "Ginny, this must be for you."
Ginny looks at it, and says "No way! That thing is ghastly!"
Hermione laughs, says "I think it's for you, Ron!"
"What?!"
"Dress robes!"
"Dress robes for what?"
They all find out in Professor McGonagall's class, when she teaches them how to dance for the Yuletide ball.
The boys all groan, and all the girls but Bloom seem excited - Bloom seems scared half to death.
McGonagall says there's a graceful swan in every girl waiting to burst forth and take flight - and then she hears Ron whisper to Seamus "Something's about to burst out of Hilary, but I don't think it's a swan."
"Inside every boy, a lordly lion prepared to prance. Will you join me, Mr. Weasley?"
She pulls him out of his seat and makes him dance - much to his embarrassment and Fred and George's delight.
Harry whispers "Never going to let him forget this, are you?"
They both shake their heads in glee, as Professor McGonagall has Ron put his right hand on her waist.
The rest of the class has to join in, and somehow Bloom and Harry end up partnered together.
Harry, I don't think I'll be going to the ball.
What? Why not?
Facing a dragon is one thing, Harry. Dancing in ridiculous heels and a dress so tight I can't breathe is another.
Harry rolls his eyes playfully, and gets an idea.
I'm betting Professor McGonagall will have something to say about that Bloom.
Well, who the freak is going to ask me anyway?! Everyone's scared stiff of me.
Her voice sounds slightly dejected, like she's resigned herself to the fact but doesn't like it.
Well, I'll take you then.
He doesn't get a response from Bloom, she's too shocked to even think.
After class, Ron is trying to find someone to ask to the ball - all the girls are roaming in packs and keep giving them icy stares.
Ron asks "Blimey, why do they always travel in packs? How're we supposed to get one of them alone to ask?"
Harry doesn't say anything, and Ron looks at him for a moment.
"Wait a minute, tell me you don't have a date already, Harry!"
Harry says "Maybe, I don't know. She didn't say anything…"
"Who? And when did you bloody well ask someone? We were in McGonagall's class five minutes ago learning to dance - and I was learning how many shades of red a face can turn."
Harry mumbles "Bloom, while we were dancing."
Ron's jaw drops, and he just stares at Harry.
"Bloody hell, Harry. She just scared off a dragon by glaring at it earlier today! And then you somehow get up the nerve to ask her to the ball?!"
Harry immediately says "Ron, she's our friend. She's saved us more times than we can count, remember? Why would her last trial make a bloody difference?"
Ron groans and buries his face in his hands.
"I'm doomed!"
They see Hagrid and Madame Maxime talking, and she nods her head yes to something - Ron just stares and then feels like slapping himself.
AN: Yes, this is the year I have Bloom and Harry finally start dating. I know, you've all been waiting with bated breath. They've been dancing around each other for years now, I get it. And, things get slowly off the beaten trail from here everybody. PS. if anybody's wondering why Bloom would be worried about a dance, it's slightly different from dueling somebody. Everybody's staring at you for very different reasons, and you can feel their eyes on you - Bloom finds she can focus on the duel instead of the crowd, simple rules of fighting.