A/N: This prompt was pretty simple. As Harry is about to begin the first task a confession is made.
He heard Krum's Chinese Fireball let out a guttural scream and suddenly realized he couldn't do this and he was going to die. His throat was so dry now…to the point where he was concerned he wouldn't even be able to manage the incantation. There was a pitcher of water on a nearby table but he didn't trust his shaking hands to properly pour it into the provided glass.
"It's going to be all right, Harry," a familiar voice tremulously soothed from beside him. He would have put it down to his panicked imagination but he felt a familiar hand suddenly resting on his.
"Invisibility cloak?" he asked, already knowing the answer. The disembodied hand had been a dead giveaway.
"I kept it last night after we finished practicing," she explained, "you were too preoccupied to notice. I left breakfast when McGonagall said it was time and followed you to the tent…"
Of course you did, he mused. It's what you always do.
He tried to talk but only managed a mangled croaking noise…his parched throat thoroughly unwilling to cooperate. "Water," he eventually mumbled.
In an instant Hermione appeared and quickly moved to the nearby table. She had her back to him…purposely blocking his view while she poured. She probably didn't want him to see how much her hand was shaking.
And then they were standing face to face and he was slowly drinking. He looked at her eyes…her hair…how she chewed on her bottom lip. She did that when she was nervous or thinking. He placed the empty glass to the side, never taking his eyes off of her.
As he continued to stare he felt something had changed between them and her searching eyes confirmed that she had sensed it too.
"Hermione...thank you...for everything."
"Just remember, Harry," she interjected softly, drifting closer, "concentrate really, really hard and what you want will come right to you." It was suddenly very quiet and she was so close.
Harry began concentrating really, really hard.