((I apologize for taking so long to write these chapters. I've been dealing with so much such as school and depression. I want to keep writing and your comments give me so much desire to continue but once I start I begin to put myself down that I'm not any good, but I am trying to fight against it. ANYWAYS, here's a chapter it may be short, but it finally has some Riley and Neville))

I Thought You Were My Friend

Riley and Harry sat in Hagrid's hut as Hagrid made the three of them tea. The room filled with silence from the three, the only noise from the tea kettle and Riley's back heel tapping against the wooden floor. Fang's head laid on her leg although he was looking up at her annoyed that her leg was bouncing rather than staying still. Harry was ranting to Hagrid about his name being entered into the tournament, going through a whole list of who could have put his name in and why but Riley wasn't listening.

"They are all older and more experienced in magic." Riley interrupted him. "Aleksandar was telling me that they've trained their entire lives for stuff like this. That is why Viktor is so young and on a professional Quidditch team. We do not compare to them at all."

"Wow, thank you a lot, Riles. That totally makes me feel so much." Harry shot back as Hagrid placed teacups in front of the two, young teens trying not to splash the hot tea everywhere. "What's up between you and that git anyway?"

"Harry!" she hissed. "He is not a git. He is a nice guy, and he invited me to the ball. He actually hangs out with me because he likes me and not because I am Harry Potter's best mate."

Hagrid sat down in front of the two teens with his own teacup and sighed, "I remember being young and in love."

"I am not in love!" Riley screeched as her face became the same shade as her hair.

Harry muttered to himself that it better be right, or he would be talking to her older brothers. Everyone at Hogwarts knew that Fred and George have been giving their sister a hard time. They would act overprotective of her, waiting for her outside of a lesson to walk her to the next one. They escorted her to the Great Hall for breakfast, lunch, and dinner and back to the Gryffindor common room for curfew. Riley hated every second of it, but Harry had no complaints since all three of them disliked Aleksander. The only time the twins left her alone was when she was with Harry. At first, Harry did not understand why the older Weasley twins felt threatened by all the other guys at Hogwarts but not him until he came to the conclusion family. Riley saw him as part of the family, a brother and so did the rest of the Weasleys (the ones he had the pleasure of meeting).

"Charlie is here?" Riley squealed as she ripped Harry from his daydreaming.

"Charlie? Your brother?"

"Yes! He is the second oldest. He's living in Romania, working with dragons."

"The first task is dragons?" Harry's face went pale, and his eyes widen. "How do I fight a dragon?"

"No. There is no dragon fighting just taking a clue and staying alive." Hagrid informed him. He would be devastated if someone dared injure a dragon. "But Charlie has reassured me that Norberta is safe in Romania and very happy."

"We should talk to Charlie and see if he can give us hints on how to complete the task," Riley suggested as she stood up.

"You just want to visit your brother." Harry teased.

Riley gave him the biggest smile he had ever seen and replied, "How did you know, Potter?"

Harry chucked as they said their goodbyes to Hagrid and headed towards the only place they could think of that could hold dragons, somewhere near the Quidditch pitch. As they passed through the castle, Harry turned to say something to the red-head when he noticed she wasn't next to him anymore. He stopped and turned to call out to her when he saw Riley and Neville in a heated argument which was strange for Neville. He walked up to them and heard the only name he needed to hear to get involved: Aleksander.

"What's going on here?" Harry asked. Riley turned to face him, her face red and tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

"Tell him!" Riley shouted. "Tell Harry what a horrid friend you are."

Neville opened his mouth to speak, but Riley interrupted him, "He told me to not go to the ball with Aleksander. He wants me to be alone and depressed."

"Aleksander isn't who you think he is," Neville said desperately.

"You're not who I thought you were! I've been sending you hints and being all girly and flirty since the ball was announced in hopes that YOU would ask me. I had to find out from Hermione, in front of my brothers, that you are taking Ginny! My little sister!"

"I-I... She said she w-wanted to..." he replied timidly but was once again interrupted by Riley once more.

"I don't care what she wanted. I thought you were my friend!" Riley began to storm off. "Have fun with Ginny at the ball! And if you see me with Aleksander there, do us all a favor and don't talk to me!" She finally left, and Harry stood there awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Wow... uh... I don't like Aleksander either." Harry tried to break the awkwardness, but it didn't help.

"I didn't know she wanted to go to the ball with me. I thought if I asked she would have said no." Neville whispered, and all Harry could do was sigh and pat his back. 'There was definitely less drama under the stairs' Harry thought to himself.