A/N More rating M during this one at the very end.

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The Great Hall was buzzing with excitement. The Goblet of Fire was now sitting in Dumbledore's chair as if a beacon to everyone in the room. There was so much chatter during the feast, but no one really seemed to be eating at all. My own stomach was full of anxiety and butterflies. By the time the dishes were cleared away, everyone was practically bouncing out of their seats.

Dumbledore stood, "Well, the goblet is almost ready to make its decision. I estimate that it requires one more minute." When he saw he had our attention, he continued, "Now, when the champions' names are called, I would ask them please to come up to the top of the Hall, walk along the staff table, and go through into the next chamber where they will be received their first instructions."

He waved his wand in the air to darken the candles lit above our heads to darken the room. The Goblet of Fire then shone bright, blinding light. Then it turned red, shooting a flame into the air which Dumbledore caught.

Our breaths were held.

"The champion for Durmstrang," he read, "will be Viktor Krum."

There was a roar of applause.

"No surprise there," Ron shouted.

I couldn't tell whether the famed seeker was excited about it, he simply stood and followed the instructions to leave the room.

The Goblet lit up yet again and another paper flew out.

"The champion for Beauxbatons," said Dumbledore, "is Fleur Delacour!"

Another round of applause swept the room as the pretty blonde from that first night stood to her feet. A few of the other students from the school sobbed openly in disappointment while the girl exited the room.

Again the Goblet flared red and I reached across the table to grab Angelina's hand. Behind me, I could feel Fred kiss my head.

"The Hogwarts Champion," he called out, "Is Edith Longbottom!"

The roar of applause was by far the loudest yet. I was frozen, completely shocked by the announcement. Fred had squeezed me in a hug shouting above the noise.

"That's my girlfriend!"

Neville was shouting back just as loud, "That's my sister!"

"Edith, go on," Fred shook me a bit to clear my head, "You need to join the others."

"I was picked," I whispered back then I laughed while getting to my feet, "I'm a Triwizard champion!"

Whistles rung out in support and I almost wanted to cry at the display. I quickly kissed Fred's cheek and made my way down the aisle to a smiling Dumbledore. I quickly turned passed the staff table and Professor McGonagall beamed at me proudly. I made my way through the door to where the other two champions stood.

Fleur whirled around when I entered and she smiled warmly at me. Krum looked a bit uninterested as he stared into the fire. He was almost...sad.

"Hello," I greeted them. "I'm Edith Longbottom."

"It is a pleasure to meet you," Fleur said with a heavy French accent.

Krum merely inclined his head in my direction, but he did smile a bit. I took that as progress.

To my surprise, another person entered the room, looking pale and lost.

"Harry?" I asked. "What are you doing here?"

"Do zey want us back in ze Hall?"Fleur asked.

Harry looked like he wanted to throw up.

I reached out to him, "What's happened?"

Before he could reply, Ludo Bagman entered the room and grabbed Harry, "Extraordinary! Absolutely extraordinary! Ladies and gentleman," he addressed us, "May I introduce- incredible though it may seem- the fourth Triwizard champion?"

My stomach sank to my feet and Harry looked as if he wanted the ground to swallow him up. Fleur made a crack about a joke which sparked a small debate and I realized how serious the situation was.

"Harry," I whispered to him, "Please say something. Do you know how this happened?"

He shook his head immediately, "I don't know, Edith. I didn't do it- I swear!"

I believed him. How could I not? It was clear from the expression on his face he was just as shocked as the rest of it. But how did this happen?

The door opened again and in walked Professor Dumbledore with the other headmasters. Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape followed behind.

There was arguing between the Headmasters, regarding two Hogwarts champions.

"It's no one's fault but Potter's," I heard Snape say.

Harry flinched at this and I quickly placed my hand on his shoulder. I'd known him since he was a first year, but I felt very protective of him now.

Professor Dumbledore finally addressed Harrycalmly, "Did you put your name into the Goblet of Fire, Harry?"

"No," said Harry without hesitation.

"Did you ask an older student to put it into the Goblet of Fire for you?" asked Dumbledore.

"No," Harry answered again.

I felt relief in my chest. He was telling the truth. I knew it.

There was more arguing, more blame being tossed. But even as Mr. Crouch said the words, I already knew what would happen.

"We must follow the rules, and the rules state clearly that those people whose names come out of the Goblet of Fire are bound to compete in the tournament."

...

I followed Harry out through the Great Hall. I wanted to get away from the teachers before speaking to him and he didn't seem too keen on speaking himself.

When we were alone in the hallway, I turned to him, "Harry, are you okay?"

"I don't know," he admitted. "I still don't understand."

I didn't either.

I sighed, "Well, they said we couldn't ask teachers for help with the tasks. They didn't say we couldn't help each other, Harry. So if you'd like, I'd like to offer a truce between us."

Harry's eyes widened a bit, "Really? You don't think I'll...slow you down?"

"The boy who killed a basilisk? Of course not," I laughed. "I'm not the best student at school- truthfully, I'm not sure why I was chosen. But I'd still like to help you and maybe you can help me along the way, too."

It sounded stupid to my own ears, but I had to try. Moody's words of someone targeting Harry were in the back of my mind, and I was worried. If someone was considering targeting him, I wanted to do everything I could to prevent it.

Harry seemed to relax and smiled at me, "Alright. A truce then."

...

When we entered the common room, we were greeted with cheers and whistles. So many people were trying to congratulates us, it was suffocating. I was hoisted into the air by a familiar pair of arms.

"Most amazing witch in all of Hogwarts!" Fred shouted with pride. He started twirling us about the room, making me dizzy.

I laughed at him, steadying myself with my hands on his shoulders, "Stop, Professor McGonagall would take offense to that!"

"How did you do it without getting a beard? Brilliant!" George roared at Harry, who's gone a bit red.

"I didn't," Harry tried to explain, "I don't know how-"

Angelina came up at his side happily, "Oh if it couldn't be me, at least it's the two of you. Both Gryffindors!"

"Oh, leave him alone," I told them with a laugh, "He's still in shock at the whole thing." I looked down at Fred and quirked a brow, "You going to let me down now?"

He grinned cheekily, "Maybe if you give me a kiss."

Shaking my head, I leaned down and kissed his lips, ignoring the whistles around the room at the display. True, to his word, Fred lowered me down and tightened his hold around my waist, leaning me backwards to the floor. I giggled against his mouth and playfully slapped at his shoulders.

"Oi, not in front of the kiddies!" George jostled us by shaking Fred's shoulders.

Fred hoisted me back up to a standing position and gave me one last kiss before pulling me towards a table full of refreshments. Neville was standing there with a peculiar look on his face. I turned to see him watching Harry go up to his rooms and I felt a bit relieved. He looked like he needed a moment to process everything.

"How did it go?" Neville asked while handing me a drink of punch.

I shrugged, taking it from him, "They gave us a hint of what our first task will be, but it wasn't very useful. Said it would be dangerous and we'd need to use our wits."

"Isn't that what the whole tournament is about?" Fred joked, getting some punch for himself.

Neville blurted out, "And Harry? He's really entered?"

"Yes," I nodded. "The contract was binding once his name fell into the goblet. There's no way for him to get out of it."

"Wow." He muttered, looking a bit pale at the fact.

I glanced around us, "Where are Ron and Hermione? I assumed they'd want to speak with him."

"Hermione went to bed- the party was starting to annoy her," he answered. "As for Ron...he's a bit upset."

Fred snorted, "A bit? He was peeved, Aggie." He gestured his hand in the air, "Going on about how he had no idea how Harry did it. Surely he must've told him- do you know?"

I shrugged, "Harry didn't put his name in. Professor Moody said something must've entered him on purpose- to cause him harm."

"Really?" His eyes widened, "Do you believe that?"

I nodded, "Yes, Harry was pretty lost when I spoke with him. I truly believed that he didn't enter his name."

"Bloody hell," he muttered in shock.

Neville nudged me, "Do you think he'll be okay?"

"I hope so," I replied. "I've offered him a truce- for the two of us to work together if we can. I don't want him to get hurt- he's only a fourth year for crying out loud."

Fred smiled at that, "Look at you being a mother hen. Oddly familiar though."

"Can't imagine what you mean," my brother added a bit awkwardly.

I rolled my eyes at the two of them, "Shut up- let's go dance."

...

The next few days that followed the choosing ceremony were mostly...odd. For starters, I had people coming up wanting my autograph. At first it was flattering, but it quickly got annoying when I realized most of them were classmates I've had for years. They didn't suddenly wake up and think I was special- the goblet just made me seem like I was. I was still the same person and I didn't want to be treated as if I were some all magical being now.

Then the dirty looks and whispers regarding Harry began. It pissed me off that people were being so rude to him as though he had rained on my parade. Did they not realize the dangers he had found himself in? And not to mention Ron- the boy who had been by Harry's side since the very first day of Hogwarts. He had been sulking around and ignoring Harry for the most part. Luckily Hermione and Neville both supported him fully. I hated to think of what would happen to his psyche otherwise.

We were in Transfigurations class when I was summoned. Working on using our nonverbal spells while changing our dusters into ferrets.

"Come on," I muttered underneath my breath, thinking the the incantation hard.

Very slowly the duster started changing. The handle filled out in the face while the body began to fill out along the feathers. I waited for the tail to transform, only for it to stop midway through. The tail had started to take shape, but it was still nothing but feathers sprouting out the ferrets ass.

"Needs more practice," George commented next to me.

I glanced over at him and glared. His duster was a perfectly formed ferret.

There was a knock on the door and a Hufflepuff prefect poked their head in, "Professor McGonagall, Edith Longbottom has been summoned by Mister Bagman."

I felt myself blush while the professor looked at me with a proud expression, "Go on then, Miss Longbottom. I'll have Mr. Weasley provide you with your homework."

"Got your covered," George saluted then whispered, "I'll let Fred know where you've gone."

"Thanks," I replied, hurrying out the door.

When I entered the classroom that was given to me, I saw Viktor and Fleur already inside with Mister Bagman, a very strange woman, and a small man.

Fleur beamed at my arrival, "Ah, the other girl is here." She grabbed my hands and tugged me to an open spot, "It is good luck that we are evenly split, no?"

I smiled back, a little flustered at her friendliness, "I hadn't thought about it before, but I like our odds."

"Yes, even with the little one," she replied flashing a smile. She placed her hands on her hips, "I do hope he will be okay- seeing as he's so young."

I wondered why she was bringing Harry up. Had she heard of the things he's done? Was she trying to get information?

I finally settled on saying, "I'm sure he will do his best." I looked at Viktor, who was leaning against the wall with a moody look on his face. "How are you liking Hogwarts, Viktor?"

He looked surprised that I had address him at all and he grunted back, "It is very noisy."

"Oh," I felt myself slump a bit, "Yes, we can be a bit chatty."

"I like it." Fleur added, "Everyone here is so lovely." She flipped her hair at this and I couldn't help but wonder if she was being genuine. The other students I'd seen kept acting as if everywhere they walked was dirty.

The door opened again and Harry walked inside, looking a bit nervous.

"Harry," I greeted him with a smile. "There-"

"Ah, here he is!" Bagman boomed out with excitement, "Champion number four! In you come, Harry, in you come..." He ushered him towards us, "Nothing to worry about, it's just the wand weighing ceremony, the rest of the judges will be here in a moment-"

"Wand weighing ceremony?" Harry asked in confusion.

It sounded a bit odd myself.

Bagman laughed, "We have to check that your wands are fully functional, no problems, you know, as they're your most important tools in the tasks ahead." He gestured his hand around, "The expert's upstairs now with Dumbledore. And then there's going to be a little photo shoot. This is Rita Skeeter," he pointed to the strange woman, "She's doing a small piece on the tournament for the Daily Prophet."

Her eyes narrowed on Harry, "Maybe not that small, Ludo."

I immediately stepped by the boy, feeling my hands curl. I had a feeling this piece wasn't to help any of us out.

"I wonder if I could have a little word with Harry before we start?" She asked Bagman, but I noticed her eyes go to me as if trying to intimidate me. "The youngest champion, you know...to add a bit of color?"

"I hardly think that's appropriate considering the boy is underage," I interjected before Ludo could agree. I smiled tightly at her, "Dumbledore should approve something like that after all- don't you think?"

Harry's shoulders dropped in relief.

Rita's lips pursed rather comically, "Bagman?"

"Uh, the girl may be right," he stammered a bit, "We should wait for Dumbledore to arrive. In the meantime," he gestured her to a seat, "Let's discuss my own quotes in the article..."

They walked away from us and Harry let out a heavy huff, "Thanks. That woman was..."

"Peculiar," I finished for him. "I didn't like the look in her eyes."

He leaned against a table and crossed his arms, "Hermione is in the hospital wing with Goyle. They got hit by accident when Malfoy and I had a row before Potions."

I groaned at this, "Again? How is she?"

"The spell hit her mouth," he gestured to his teeth awkwardly, "Her teeth were growing past her shoulders."

"Oh, poor girl," I winced, knowing how she felt about her teeth already. "Did you get in trouble?"

His jaw tightened, "Oh yes. Ron and I both got detention- and fifty points taken away. Malfoy got nothing. Snape claimed that the spell didn't do anything to Hermione."

"That arsehole," I muttered. "But does that mean Ron and you are on speaking terms again?"

The look on his face told me that was not the case.

Dumbledore finally entered the room. With him were the other headmasters and a familiar man that I hadn't seen in a while. It was Mr. Ollivander- the very one who sold me my wand my first year. We all took our seats while Dumbledore made the introductions.

He took a look at Fleur's wand first.

"Yes," he said quietly, "nine and a half inches...inflexible...rosewood...and containing...dear me."

Fleur straightened proudly,"An 'air from ze 'ead of a veela. One of my granddmuzzers."

She was part Veela? For fucks sake, I mentally groaned. No wonder the boys at school were fawning over her.

He came to me next, taking my wand from my hands.

"Ah, now this is one of mine, isn't it?" He marveled at it, "Yes, I remember it well. A dragon heartstring core...Thirteen inches in length...quite bendy...beech wood...A very serious wand for a powerful witch...I assume it yields good results?"

I blushed, thinking of Transfiguration class, "Most of the time, sir."

He gave it back to me after creating blinking lights around the room. I gripped it in my hands firmly, relieved to have it back in my hands.

He looked at Krum's wand, remarking how strange it was- not very delicate of course. When he reached Harry, there was a bit of an expression exchanged there. He didn't speak out loud about it, but I could tell there was something special about the wand. When Harry's wand was back in his hand, Dumbledore announced that things were concluded. Unfortunately, Rita reminded him of the pictures we had to take.

It was awful, my feet kept getting stepped on during the group pictures. And I hadn't done my hair today, it was twisted up with a sticking charm. So embarrassing. At last my robes were clean and unwrinkled.

When we finally went to dinner, Fred took one look at our faces and laughed, "It couldn't have been that bad?"

"They took pictures," I complained, burying my face into his robes, "I look bloody awful right now."

"Impossible!" His fingers poked at my hair in random spots, "Though your sticking charm could've been a bit better."

I pulled back at glared at him.

Fred tapped my noise with a laugh, "Only joking, love. You look beautiful." He slung his arm over me and addressed Harry, "How was it?"

"Let's just say I'm glad that Edith was there," Harry replied with annoyance.

"I'm sorry I couldn't stop her from jerking you around," I said. "I think she put me next to Fleur on purpose so that I couldn't move."

She'd had Harry all over the pictures, trying to showcase him in the tournament. I reckoned that Harry would have finger shapes bruises on his shoulders.

Harry suddenly jerked to attention, "Speaking of Fleur- she's half veela."

I cringed at the remembrance.

"Don't tell Ron," Fred snickered. "He's half in love with her already. Though that does explain a few things..." he gestured to the Ravenclaw table. Even now, the boys were constantly trying to get her attention and the other students from Beauxbatons were shooting her dirty looks. Clearly they weren't fond of their own schoolmate.

...

Angelina found me in the library when the Daily Prophet published the story on us. I took one look at her face and knew it was going to be awful.

"How bad?" I asked, closing my Charms book.

She scanned the page and cleared her throat, "Well, the tournament was glossed over a bit. There was a small piece about Harry's shocking entry and a little tidbit about his past..."

"What else?" I urged.

She held it out to me, "I think you'd better read it yourself."

"The lioness with something to prove, Edith Longbottom, is no stranger to the young Harry Potter. She doted on him as an elder sister would and why wouldn't she? After all, the two share a past that is very much related...her own parents, like the boy of twelve, were also attacked..."

I felt my stomach roll and I fell back into my seat, "Oh, no. No...this can't be happening."

But it was. It was all there in writing. How had she found this information? What connections could she possibly have?

Angelina sat down next to me and quietly asked, "Is this why you live with your grandmother?"

"Yes." I felt tears sting my eyes, "It's true. Most of it anyway- obviously You Know Who was dead by the time my parents were attacked. He didn't do it physically."

Everyone is going to know, I realized with horror.

"I'm so sorry," Angelina whispered. I felt her hand grab mine and squeeze, "I'd always assumed...I wish you had told me, Edith."

I wiped at my face and squeezed her hand back, "I know. I don't know why I didn't. You're my best friend, Ange. I hope you can forgive me."

She smiled through watery tears, "There's nothing to forgive. Are you okay?"

"Not really." I sniffed and stood, "I need to find my brother now."

"I believe he was headed down to Herbology when I saw him," she offered.

I left the library, dodging the many stares of the classmates around me. Some had pity looks, others looked disgusted- Slytherins of course. I wanted to curse them all. But I had to find my brother. He was the only one who mattered right now.

He was in the greenhouses, looking down at a few plants with a faraway look in his eyes. His robes were laying on a table and his tie was loosened around his neck. I could tell that his eyes were a bit red.

"Nev..." I reached for him, "Are you okay?"

He looked at me and shrugged, "About as okay as you are. You just saw?"

I nodded, "Angelina brought me the paper- I was in the library studying for the tournament..." I felt like the worlds biggest ass. "I'm so sorry. This is all my fault."

"Your fault?" Neville's eyes furrowed, "I wasn't aware you were a journalist, Edith."

I sniffled, "If I hadn't entered my name- I wouldn't be a champion. The article wouldn't have existed-"

"They would've found out eventually," he replied, wiping his own cheeks. "And everyone's been mostly supportive. Malfoy...well..."

"What did he say?" I asked, feeling my anger start to rise.

Neville's face scrunched up, "He made a crack about loons...and some other things. I tried not to listen to him."

I nodded at that, "Good. He just wanted attention anyway. Don't give him the satisfaction." I reached out and grabbed his robes, "Let's go to dinner. Maybe we can snag some desserts later tonight."

He smiled a bit at that.

...

I didn't quit make it into the Great Hall before Fred met me. Neville quickly left me with him, and Fred said nothing when he wrapped his arms around me tightly. I started sobbing almost uncontrollably and I felt him move us to the side gently. For a few moments neither of us said anything. It wasn't until my sobs started to subside that Fred spoke.

"Everyone keeps asking for you," he told me softly. "They want to make sure you're okay. I reckon Alicia and Hermione are already sending owls to express their displeasure. I think one of them may have been a familiar red envelope."

I couldn't help but laugh at that, "Good."

...

"Where are you going?" I asked with raised brows.

The twins had just come down from their rooms with Ron in tow, who looked excited about something. It was suspicious considering he was still pretty grumpy lately. He and Harry were still not on speaking terms at the moment.

Fred leaned down and kissed my head from where I was lounging on the couch studying, "Go a note from Charlie. He wants us to sneak down to Hogsmeade."

"What for?" I asked, sitting up. "Can I come?"

George shook his head, "Not this time- said for us to only bring Ron and Ginny."

As the words left his mouth, Ginny came bouncing down the stairs dressed warmly. I quickly put it together that it must be something for their family. I wondered what kind of surprise Charlie had for them.

I slumped back into the couch, "Okay, be careful."

"Always," Fred grinned.

I'd dozed off when they got back and when they woke me up, I knew it had to be at least midnight. Ron looked a bit pale when he went upstairs, and Ginny looked a bit in shock herself. The twins were beaming with excitement.

I sat up, "What happened?"

"We're not supposed to tell," George said teasingly.

"But," Fred continued, "Since we didn't make an Unbreakable Vow..." He sat down on the couch beside us, "Charlie is in town for work."

I blinked at him, "Charlie, the dragon tamer, is in town for work?"

George's grinned stretched to match his brother's, "Yes."

"Wonder what kind of work that would be?" Fred questioned sarcastically.

I practically threw my book on the floor, "Dragons? They want us to fight dragons?"

The first task. That had to be it.

Judging by the exchange between them, I'd guessed it right.

"Oh no," I stood up and ran a hand roughly over my face, "I'm not the best in defense and-" I whirled around to face them, "Full grown dragons?"

They nodded.

"Charlie said they're all nesting mothers," Fred said.

"But he wouldn't give us any more hints," George said with a shrug.

Nesting mothers? I didn't know much about dragons, but all females surely had a protective streak over their young. That had to be a good clue...

I took a deep breath and relaxed, "Got it. I'll go to the library first thing."

"That's my girl," Fred stated.

...

It wasn't until that Monday afternoon that I found what I was looking for. Or at least, what I hadn't found. Every book I researched listed all of the things about dragons and what they were good. But there had been something that was never mentioned.

Their eyes.

The eyes of a dragon had to be weak. That was my way in. I had to confuse it enough that I could take out its eyes and do whatever it was I needed to do. In my mind, I could already see my plan forming. Hide, cause a distraction, and execute what the judges needed me to do.

I would just need to hope I wouldn't actually have to fight or else I was in trouble. I knew spells, of course, but the eyes were a small target to hit. My aim would need to be impeccable or I'd have to get really close.

...

The day arrived of the first task and I felt sick with nerves. Fred had made sure that I ate a healthy breakfast and gave me lots of encouraging words, but I'd heard him and George already preparing the go into the stands to start bets on who would win the round. While I disapproved of his new gambling habit, at least I knew that he had enough confidence in me that he wasn't too worried.

"Are you ready, Harry?" I asked him when we were leaving the hall for our first classes.

I'd met him first thing Sunday morning to tell him about the dragons, but to my surprise someone had given him a tip as well. I'd hoped it was Ron, but Harry wouldn't say who it was.

Harry scratched the back of his head, "I think so. I've got my plan to use...er, well, you know." He stumbled when Hermione elbowed him discreetly, then she blushed when she saw me looking at her.

I grinned, "Don't give away your secrets. It is a competition, after all."

"One you will win," Neville added with a good laugh, "Face it, Harry, she's got years on you. Besides," he lowered his voice a bit, "I put five galleons on you, Edith."

I rolled my eyes at this, "We shouldn't count out the others. I've no doubt Karkaroff is helping Krum- though I'm not sure how since he's always in the library."

Hermione huffed, "I know. It's infuriating. And those stupid girls keep coming in because of it."

"I would think he's got his own research area on the ship," I added. "It is odd. In any case, I'll see you lot later!"

I waved at them half heartedly while turning down a corridor for class.

...

"I can't eat anymore," I complained around the fork stuffed in my mouth.

Fred had decided that a full stomach is exactly what I needed before the competition. While he thought it would keep me from being nervous, I was sure I would throw up in front of everyone.

Angelina reached over and plucked the fork out of my mouth, "She's already had a full plate. Any more and the girl will lose it all over the table."

"I don't want her hungry," Fred defended. "What if she gets swallowed? She could be in there for days while we try to rescue her!"

I pursed my lips at him, "Thank you for your confidence."

"That would be wicked," George told his brother. "Imagine the story you could tell.'

Alicia commented, "There's a story in the Bible somewhere about that. Some bloke and a whale in the ocean."

"Muggles get swallowed by whales?" Fred asked with surprise. "Wait- what's a whale?"

"Must be some sort of fish," George said. "But fish are small, aren't they?"

She snickered, "No, whales are...well like fish, I guess, but they're much bigger. In the story it swallowed the man and the boat he was on."

George's face twisted up, "Impossible. If there was something that big, surely we would know about it."

"Bet it wasn't even this whale thing," Fred agreed. "May be a Ramora who swallowed it by accident."

I groaned at the two of them, "I'm not getting swallowed by anything!"

A voice cleared their throat, "Miss Longbottom, while I'm happy to hear your confidence, it is time for us to go now."

My head popped up to see Professor McGonagall standing there with Harry, who looked a bit sick. I hoped he had eaten enough.

"Oh, we'll be late if we don't leave," Fred said while jumping to his feet. He quickly kissed my cheek, "Good luck, Aggie dear." His mouth dropped to my ear to discreetly whisper, "I love you."

My face burned and I quickly whispered back, "I love you, too."

He left with his brother and Neville stood as well.

"Can I come too, professor?" he asked.

McGonagall shook her head, "You may come down with the other students Mister Longbottom. Now come on, we must be going." She gestured for us to follow her. I gave a small wave to my friends and brother before following after her with Harry.

"Now, don't panic," she said while we walked out of the castle, "just keep a cool head...We've got wizards standing by to control the situation if it gets out of hand...The main thing is just to do your best, and nobody will think any worse of you...Are you alright?"

It took me a moment to realize she was speaking to both of us. Harry answered back as best as he could, though his words felt lifeless.

"We'll be alright," I assured her. I was confident that Harry had done enough research that he could handle himself. He was best friends with Hermione Granger, after all.

Professor McGonagall's expression didn't change while she led us down to a giant tent. I wondered where the dragons were, but clearly they were hidden at this moment.

"You're to go in here with the other champions," she said with a shaky voice. "and wait for your turn. Mr. Bagman is in there...he'll be telling you the-the procedure...Good luck, Potter- and Miss Longbottom."

It struck me then how terrified she actually was of the situation. She also believed that someone wished Harry harm in the tournament. Harry went into first and I hesitated at the entrance.

"I'm sure he's had enough preparation," I whispered to her. "He'll surprise us all."

Professor McGonagall's face softened a bit and she straightened, "I know you have done the same. Make Gryffindor House proud."

I grinned at that and walked inside.

...

The first thing that struck me was how nervous everyone seemed. Fleur looked very unlike herself. She was sitting so still and quiet, her hair pulled back in a tight ponytail. I'd had my own wrapped up in a bun, worried the dragon would light it on fire. Viktor seemed restless, brooding at everyone and nothing at the same time. Harry was still frozen while Mr. Bagman approached the two of us.

"Well, now we;re all here- time to fill you in!" he said. "When the audience has assembled, I'm going to be offering each of you this bag," he held up a silk purple bag in his hand,"from which you will each select a small model of the thing you are about to face! There are different - er- varieties, you see. And I have to tell you something else too...ah, yes...your task if to collect the golden egg!"

Now everything made sense. Mother dragons- nesting mother dragons. To protect eggs. The egg we would have to retrieve would surely be in their nests with real dragon eggs. This task really was about distraction. Clever. I was more sure of my plan now than ever before so I took my seat and waited.

When it came time to pick our 'variety' it started to become more real. Fleur picked a rather small one- a Welsh Green. Viktor held a Chinese Fireball in his hands, which seemed more dangerous than the other one. I was sweating bullets when I reached in and pulled out a Swedish Short-Snout, the number one tied around it's neck. Clearly I would be the first to face the dragons.

I felt my breath leave me for a moment. It was beautiful even in a small form. The blue fire that I'd read about was trapped inside of her was surely burning hot.

When I glanced over to see what Harry had pulled out, I felt my throat tighten. A Hungarian Horntail. One of the most dangerous dragons there was. Of course Harry Potter would get that one.

I didn't have much time to fret over his choice, because I was soon being called to enter the enclosure. I firmly gripped my wand and heard Harry wish me luck with a choked breath. I simply nodded back to him and stepped out when the whistle sounded.

As soon as I even saw the area, I waved my wand in the air, "Illusiont!"

I felt the magic of the Disillusionment charm take hold and I heard a few gasps in the audience that I could now see. The dragon that was standing ahead of me, moved it's head up at the magic. Her body was curled around her nest of eggs and the only thing I could really see were some boulders that were scattered around the enclosure. But there was dirt and lots of grass. I moved quickly, knowing that the charm wouldn't make me invisible. I didn't need to be invisible, I needed to take the attention off of something rather than myself.

I pointed my wand at a boulder, "Confringo!"

The boulder exploded causing dust to fly around, but I was too busy pointing at the ground below it.

"Ventus!" I shouted.

The dirt swirled in a tornado motion, barreling towards the dragon who had backed up on her legs to see what was happening. I repeated my motions again to other boulders until there were more tornados of dust flying. While doing so, I carefully moved forward with my Disillusionment charm until I felt the time was right. Her wings were open now as if she were trying decide what to do to defend herself.

I pointed my wand in front of myself and carefully thought hard, "Fumos!"

To my relief, the silent incantation worked and the cloud of smoke formed in front of me to cover myself even more. The tornados reached the dragon the same time I did with my smoke and she reared back to flap her wings. But I was close enough now, I raised my wand in the air and shouted.

"Lumos Maxima!" The bright light from my wand erupted with force big enough that the dragon's reared back from the nest in surprise and looked to me. I cast a stinging jinx to it's face, hitting the eye perfectly.

When it shook her head in pain, I made quick work to grab the golden egg and raced to the exit of the tent. The fire surprised me when it came blasting around me. I dove down just as I reached the exit, but I still could feel the heat against my shoulder. I scrambled forward on my knees until I was safely away.

The crowd roared with applause and so did the dragon. I could hear the tamers rushing to subdue it and I couldn't stop shaking. I felt them remove the egg from my hands and I could hear McGonagall congratulating me.

"I...I need to sit down," I finally choked out.

I didn't even see her move her wand, but a chair was suddenly sliding underneath me as my legs gave out. I leaned forward on my knees and breathed as evenly as I could manage. My heart was still racing.

"Professor Flitwick will be proud," McGonagall said. "That was excellent charm work Miss Longbottom."

I let out a laugh at that, "It was, wasn't it? I've never cast so quickly before. And my incantation- did you see?"

She smiled a very tiny smile, "Most excellent. Let's be thankful there wasn't Transfiguration involved, hmm?"

I blushed at that and then hissed when I moved my arm to set the egg down on the floor.

"We need to get you to Madam Pomfrey," she stated, gestured to my shoulder, "Not a bad burn, but better to be safe than sorry."

Madam Pomfrey assured me that the burn wasn't life threatening. She placed some salve on it and a clean bandage before instructing me to come see her a few times a day until it was healed up.

I walked back outside now to see that the dragon and the next were gone. The judges were on a sort of platform that I hadn't noticed before. I wasn't sure what was supposed to happen, but Madame Maxine finally stood and waved a large seven into the air.

A seven?

I felt disappointed. Perhaps I hadn't done a better job.

Mr. Crouch gave me an eight and so did Dumbledore. Ludo Bagman gave me a nine surprisingly. And then Karkaroff paused before sending up a five.

I slumped. So much for my amazing wand work.

I went back into the tent, waiting while I heard them bring out the next dragon. Fleur had come stumbling in a while later, muttering about her skirts being ruined. I'd assumed the dragon had gotten her a bit. We congratulated each other on a job well done. Krum didn't seem to take long at all, but he was reprimanded for causing the dragon to crush some of her eggs. I felt bad for my own tactics now, hoping that my dragon's eggs were okay.

And I heard the roaring of the crowd when Harry had his turn. I didn't know what was happening until Bagman started rambling about him flying. Flying!? I wanted to smack myself. How could I not have thought of that? Three out of the four champions were Quidditch players and the youngest of us was the only one to consider the broom.

Shameful, I thought to myself.

I didn't get to see Harry until he came into the Champion's tent. He was the only other one to get hurt, but judging from his bandages it was only minor. He grinned when he saw me.

"Well done, all of you!" Ludo Bagman congratulated us. "Now, just a quick few words. You've got a nice long break before the second task, which will take place at half past nine on the morning of February the twenty-fourth- but we're giving you something to think about in the meantime! If you look down at those golden eggs you're all holding, you will see that they open...see the hinges there? You need to solve the clue inside the egg, because it will tell you what the second task is, and enabled you to prepare for it! All clear? Sure? Well, off you go, then!"

I carried my egg outside, feeling immediately relief when I saw Neville standing there with Ron and Hermione. The way Ron and Harry spoke, it was obvious they'd finally made up.

Neville engulfed me in a hug, "That was amazing! You looked as if you knew what you were doing out there, Edith."

"I felt like it wasn't even my body moving," I replied back with a laugh. When he pulled away, I ruffled his hair, "You weren't scared, were you?"

He shook his head, "Never. Although you should've seen Harry's dragon- that was terrifying."

"Maybe next tournament," I said dryly.

Neville went off with the others and I started back to the castle on my own until I saw Angelina and Alicia coming towards me with beaming faces.

"You faced a bloody dragon!" Angelina shouted at me. "Do you feel like the baddest witch at Hogwarts now?"

I rolled my eyes, "Not even close. That's McGonagall, obviously."

"Obviously," Alicia agreed with a grin. "We're all so proud of you. The guys went to the kitchens- we're having a celebratory party in the common room."

I hoisted my egg up with excitement, "Good, I guess we can work on this afterwards."

"Is this a clue?" Alicia asked curiously.

I shrugged, "Supposed to be. It's supposed to open- see the hinges?" I passed the egg to Angelina, "It's quite heavy too."

Angelina turned it over in her hands and frowned at it, "When do you want to open it?"

"When we get back to the common room," I said. "Seems only right we do it there."

...

The party was wonderful. The twins had gotten lots of food and others had worked hard on decorating it. It was almost enough to forget that I had faced a dragon nearly hours ago now.

Fred wrapped his arms behind me and kissed my cheek, "Your charm work was perfect. Gives me an idea for a product."

"Oh?" I tilted my head back to him, "What kind of product?"

"A portable twister!" He laughed at my expression, "Imagine you need to get out of a jam- or a boring conversation. Just pop a twister out of your pocket, watch the chaos, and run!"

I laughed at him, "You'll have to name it after me."

His eyes widened with false hurt, "But of course! You'll be my favorite muse." He squeezed his arms around me tighter and then released me so that I could turn towards him.

I didn't get a chance to kiss him, seeing as Lee was hollering about opening the eggs. He had been looking at Harry's and was naturally curious. Everyone was.

"Let's get mine too," I told Fred.

Angelina grabbed my egg from the table and I stood beside Harry. We counted to three and we pried the top open as quickly as we could. It became chaos.

There was an awful screeching sound coming from it. It was so loud that I had dropped my egg on to the floor, closing it upon the impact. The quiet died down a bit, but Harry's egg was still loud.

"Shut it!" Fred shouted, with his hands over his ears.

Harry finally managed to get it closed and we all relaxed.

There was a bit of chatter regarding what we could possibly be fighting, but I tuned them out while picking my egg back up. Obviously there was more to this clue than what appeared. They wouldn't just turn this awful noise onto us for no reason. If the last round was a test of our bravery, then this one would be very different. Perhaps it focused more on out intellect? I placed my hand on the hinge again, tempted to open the egg once more.

"...it was the custard creams we hexed!"

My head jerked up to see my brother in a half canary, half human state. His feathers were falling off of him within seconds. It was rather amusing and I couldn't help but laugh at the sight of him.

"Canary creams!" Fred boasted, "George and I invented them- seven sickles each, a bargain!"

I beamed at him proudly while students started gathering around. They really did make the most extrodinary magic.

...

I wasn't making much progress with my egg. I'd taken it outside hoping the air would allow the noise to dampen, but it made no difference whatsoever. I had attempted a silencing spell on it once, but it didn't last long enough for me to really get an idea of what was going on inside of the egg. There was bright light, that much was apparent. With the eggs being with the dragons of the first task, I had wondered if maybe it should be thrown into fire. That would be my next experiment.

"Before I dismiss you, I do have an announcement to make," Professor McGonagall began. "The Yule Ball will be approaching- a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament-"

I, along with a few other girls in the class, squealed in excitement at this. I'd wondered why we were told to pack a dress this year, but I'd completely forgotten about it until now. My dress robes were lavender and gran had sent me with a bit of jewelry to match.

"I trust that you will all be on your best behavior," she concluded, staring at George.

He blinked innocently at this, though I could tell he was fighting a smile.

With the class dismissed, McGonagall called out my name to remain behind. I gestured for the others to go on without me and I approached her desk curiously.

"Miss Longbottom, the champions and their partners will open the ball as tradition dictates," she told me. "I suspect Mister Weasley should have some idea of how to avoid stepping on your toes."

I giggled, "I'm sure Mrs. Weasley may have given some instruction. But I will make sure."

She seemed please with that.

It didn't take long for me to find Fred chatting it up with Lee in the Courtyard. He was sitting back against a stone hedge playing with a few coins in his hands. I guessed a student must've bought another product from him.

I skipped up behind him and threw my arm around his neck. He startled at first until he saw Lee snickering in our directions.

"Warn a fellow next time," Fred said with a laugh. "My girlfriend could see you and she may have a jealous streak in her." While he spoke, his free hand came up to hold my arm that was around his neck.

I kissed his cheek happily, "I'm sure she won't mind if I borrow you for a bit. Did you hear the news?"

"About what?" Lee asked curiously.

"Professor McGonagall said there's to be a ball in honor of the Triwizard Tournament," I told them. "That's what our dress clothes were for."

Fred groaned at this, "Should've known it would be something ridiculous as that."

I slacked my hold on him and moved to step away, "Well if you don't want to take me than I guess I can ask-"

"Oh, no you don't," he said. He tugged my arm to pull me towards the front of him. When I stood between his legs, he placed his hands on my waist and squeezed, "I would be happy to escort you, Aggie dear."

I grinned at him, "Good, because the champions have to open the dance."

His face twisted into a grimace while Lee complained, "I don't even know how to dance! This sounds like a bunch of rubbish."

"Unless Fleur Delacour decides to slum it with you, I doubt you'll be forced into anything," Fred joked. "Guess mum's lessons might come in handy though."

Lee grabbed his bag from the ground and slung the strap over his shoulder, "I better get going. There's only two girls I'd want to go with so I can't waste any time."

"Gee, that sounds romantic," I commented when he walked off.

Fred shrugged, "Bet you a galleon they both turn him down."

I giggled, "You're on. Girls get excited at this sort of thing- they'll be thrilled to be asked in the first place."

"Is that so?" His eyebrows raised. "Should I be worried someone will snatch you away?"

I pretended to think about it, "I dunno. The Durmstang boys will probably have dancing etiquette."

"Oi!" He pouted, "I won't have my girlfriend fancying the enemy! At least pick someone from Hogwarts."

"Even a Slytherin?" I asked.

Fred shuddered, "On second thought, maybe someone from Beauxbatons..."

...

Most everyone had dates by now. The dance was fast approaching and George had finally asked Angelina, who'd been grinning ever since the exchange. The schools were mingling more and more, and I've even made a friend with Fleur Delacour. I'd come to learn that she was extremely smart and that her other classmates practically ignored her as their champion. And she had her sister, Gabriele, here with her. She looked a lot like Fleur, except smaller. And she was very shy.

"I had hoped she would come out of her shell," Fleur said with a wave of her hand in the air. "I am quite saddened that she is too young to attend the ball."

We were standing near the entrance hall, chatting about the dance. Davies had been brave enough to ask her and she had found him 'quite handsome' enough to escort her.

I perked up just a bit, "I could see if my brother has a date. Neville is an excellent dancer- he's only a year above her."

She clapped her hands, "Oh please- I would be delighted-'

"WILL YOU GO TO THE BALL WITH ME?!" A loud roaring sound echoed around us.

My head whipped to the side to see Ron standing there looking as if he'd just been knocked off a broom. The entire hall went silent at his outburst. I realized that he'd shouted at Fleur, who was blinking at him as if it would make him disappear. His whole face went green and then he was running away down the hall. Laughter erupted around us.

Fleur flipped her hair, "That is the third time I've been yelled at today. Are all the boys at Hogwarts this loud?"

"I wouldn't say all, but Weasley's are most definitely," I snickered. "Anyway, I'll find Neville and see if he's still available."

"Thank you!" She beamed at me before skipping away.

I'd found Neville later as we were heading up towards the tower. He was humming a bit underneath his breath and counting with his hands. Trying to remember the waltz most likely, I thought to myself.

"Hey, Nev," I hooked my arm through his while we walked up the stairs, "Have you asked anyone to the ball yet?"

He nodded, a bit perked up, "I'd asked Hermione first- but she'd already had a date. But Ginny said yes, so I'm going with her."

I frowned, "Oh. I was hoping you were free. Fleur would like her sister to go, but she's too young to attend without a date and she's painfully shy."

We entered the common room just in time to see Harry approaching Lavender Brown and Pavarti Patil. A sudden thought hit me.

"Oi, Harry!"

His head turned towards me automatically and he changed his direction to approach us, "Hello Edith."

"Do you have a date for the ball?"

Behind him, Ron's mouth dropped open with shock.

Harry looked uncomfortable, "Uh, well no, but...I'm sure Fred-"

I laughed, "No, not me- obviously I'm going with Fred."

He instantly relaxed. "Oh. Then why are you asking?'

"Fleur Delacour's sister is here with her during the tournament," I explained. "She's in Ginny's year so she can't attend the ball without a date. I was hoping you might escort her?"

"Me?" Harry's cheeks reddened. "I don't think she would say yes."

I quirked a brow, "You're a Hogwarts Champion, Harry. And it's just a dance- think of is as part of the tasks. Gabrielle is shy, but I'm sure it would be a fine time. I can introduce you tomorrow."

He stuck his hands in his pockets, "Oh, alright." He turned back to Ron and discreetly gestured towards Pavarti and Lavender.

I saw Ron took a deep breath and approach the girls. The giggled at him and finally I saw Pavarti nod her head. He didn't look any happier than before he asked, because he just collapsed back on the couch.

Harry turned back to me with a grin, "What time should we head down tomorrow?"

Fleur seemed pleased enough when I brought Harry to see them. Gabrielle was excited to experience the festivities and proceeded to kiss Harry's cheeks. He'd been red ever since.

...

Christmas morning soon arrived and it was the first time we weren't going home for the holidays. I'd miss my trip to St Mungo's. but the ball was scheduled for later tonight. When I'd come downstairs, there were quite a few people. A lot of students had stayed behind to attend the Yule Ball if they were of age.

"Merry Christmas, Neville!" I threw my arms around him in a big hug while he blushed with embarrassment.

He handed a box to me, "This is from me- I had Gran send it with hers."

I opened the box to find a new pair of Quidditch gloves, "Oh, it's perfect. Thanks."

In return I'd gotten Neville a new robe with an anti-tripping charm imbedded.

The Weasley twins had come running down the stairs with loud shouts, blowing poppers along the way. Fred swept me up in a hug, twirling me around in a circle. I giggled with happiness and hugged him back.

He pulled back to rest his forehead against mine, "Merry Christmas, Aggie dear."

"Merry Christmas, Fred," I grinned, "It's the first one we've spent together."

His blue eyes twinkled down at me, "First of many, of course."

We all gathered around in a group to open the rest of our gifts. I'd received questionable pumpkin pasties from George, who swore they weren't tampered with. But Fred''s wink didn't convince me. Fred had gifted me with a special watch that sang love songs every hour.

But it wasn't until I saw a package from Mrs. Weasley that I truly felt touched.

"Is this what I think is it?" I asked, looking at Fred with wide eyes.

He grinned, "Open it and see."

My hands tore through the paper and I immediately felt tears fill my eyes. A light pink sweater with a red 'E' stitched on it. Everyone knew that the Weasleys were famous for their Christmas sweaters they received every year. I felt honored to be included.

"Oh don't cry over it," Ron piped up. "She makes these every year." His own new sweater was rumpled from where he'd stretched it over his head.

George smacked the side of his head, "Don't be daft."

"It's a Weasley sweater," I sniffled, looking at Fred. "But why did she-"

Fred slipped his arm over my shoulder, "I told her about you missing your parents' for the holidays. She wanted to do something special for you." He kissed the side of my face gently.

I hugged the sweater to my chest, "It's perfect."

We spent a good portion of the day outside having a snowball fight. I was half frozen by the time Hermione decided it was time to get ready for the ball. Just as the words left her mouth, my watch went off signaling it was five o'clock.

"...five reasons you're the brightest shining star..."

I giggled at the song and sent my last snowball towards Fred, "I've got to get ready!"

He avoided the hit and waved at me from the wall he was hiding behind, "I'll try not to be late!"

Which meant he probably wouldn't have time to brush his hair.

Still, I had quite a good time getting ready with the girls. Angelina was a giggling mess and Alicia didn't seem too upset about attending the ball with Lee. When I asked her, she shrugged and said 'At least I'll have a fun time'. Fred now owed me a galleon.

I'd never worn so much make up before in my life. Only special occasions had called for it at home. By still, I thought I looked quite pretty. My hair had been pulled back away from my face and I had a jeweled come holding it up. A few loose pieces dangled around my face. The necklace and earrings matched the comb, and they paired together with my robes nicely.

But Hermione...

"Wow," I told her when I'd come downstairs. "I hardly recognize you!"

She blushed, "I'm not sure whether to take that as a compliment, but thank you. Fred is going to loose it at the site of you."

I shrugged, "That's what I'm going for."

She went down early, while the boys were still getting ready. I suspected she didn't want them all to gawk at her. And her mysterious date would be waiting for her. I waited downstairs for another ten minutes before Fred finally came downstairs in a bit of a hurry. We were supposed to line up with the other champions, but Harry was late as well.

When he reached the final step, his head lifted up and he froze at the site of me. In fact, I wasn't sure he was breathing properly when he swayed back against the banister.

"Fred?" I stepped towards him with concern. "Are you alright?"

Fred gulped, his eyes darting to my feet and slowly lifting over me, "Are you trying to kill me?" His hands went to the collar of his robes and he tugged on them, "Bloody hell, it's warm in here."

I smiled, skipping my way towards him teasingly, "How do I look?"

"Terrifying," he deadpanned. "I don't think I'll make it through the night."

"Fred!"

He finally laughed and reached out to grab my waist, "You look beautiful, Edith." He kissed my cheek, "Gorgeous." He moved his head to kiss by my ear, "So tempting." He growled a bit.

I giggled and pushed at his chest, "We're going to be late if we don't hurry. Where's Harry?"

"Who?" he asked, his eyes still trained on my body where the robes cinched in. When I merely glared at him, Fred grinned, "Should be right behind me."

No sooner had the words left his mouth, Harry came downstairs followed by Ron. Ron looked miserable in his old hand me down robes, but Harry looked nervous. In fact, I'd say he looked a bit green.

"Scared of dancing, Harry?" I asked.

Neville came bouncing down the stairs and snickered, "He's terrified of making a fool of himself in front of Gabrielle."

Harry scowled, "I am not."

"Is so," Ron added, looking a little less grumpy. "He asked Neville for dancing tips."

"You say that as if I'm a bad dancer," Nev said. "I've taken lessons for years."

I rolled my eyes and tugged on Fred's sleeves, "Let's go before they start without us."

When we made out way down the Grand Staircase, George met us with Angelina. She was blushing while he whispered something into her ear. Fred pinched my side and I quickly swatted him in response. I saw Fleur wave at us from the entrance with her date, her sister standing beside her bashfully. She was wearing a very light pink and Harry's face almost matched the color when he greeted her. Ron had already met with Pavarti and was sulking inside the Great Hall. McGonagall quickly waved us over to her and I realized that Victor Krum was also standing there. And right beside him- was none other than-

"Hermione Granger is going with Krum?" Fred asked with surprise.

My own mouth was dropped open, "I suppose so. I- I don't even know what to say."

Neville whispered to me, "I told you she said she had a date. Oh, there's Ginny. I'll see you inside." He left my side then.

Hermione was bright red when we approached her, but Krum stood proudly holding her arm in his. He seemed to genuinely be excited to have her as his date. In fact, he almost smiled at me in greeting.

"Edith," he said in his broken English. "Hermy-own is in your House, yes?"

I nodded, "Uh, yes, we're friends. You look very nice together."

Fred agreed, "Yes, Hermy-own has never had so much color before." He gestured to her reddened face.

"Fred..." She warned under her breath. She clutched Krum's arm a bit tighter, "Are you both ready for the opening dance?"

"We've practiced some," I said, looking at Fred with amusement. "It went mostly well."

Although Fred had only stepped on my toes a few times, he mostly had a problem with not stopping when spinning me. And he apparently loved dipping me- so he could kiss me in a dramatic fashion obviously.

He winked at me, as if knowing where my thoughts were going.

We finally entered the hall and we could see that everyone else had left a path open towards the center of the ballroom. Everyone seemed to be in shock at Hermione walking with Krum and her nervous smile seemed to finally be fading. She looked happy. I was surprised at the applause for the champions and for a moment I'd forgotten about the tournament completely.

We made our way to the tables where the judges were all seated. There were chairs for us and our dates. I recognized Percy among them, who held out a chair for Harry to sit with him.

"What a prat," Fred whispered under his breath. "Look at him acting as if he hasn't known Harry for years- thinks he's so high and mighty..."

I pulled him towards a different spot at the table, "Don't worry about him. We're on a date, remember?"

He smiled at that.

I took my spot beside Fleur who was gazing around the newly decorated room with a new eye. She did seem happier with the decor, but it was clearly not what she was used to. She spoke of their school, describing in great detail the splendor of it all.

"I'd love to see it," I said before her date could even reply. "It sounds beautiful- I've never been to France."

She clapped her hands at this, "Oh, yes! You must come- come visit me after ze tournament. We would love to have you." She flipped her hair, "And of course- your Fred can come too."

Fred beamed at this, straightening the front of his robes, "I'd be delighted. I've heard there are special shops in France- charms and trinkets..."

He rambled on about things that I knew would be involved in his inventions. I bet George was just itching to be apart of this conversation. But when I glanced around, I saw him and Angelina laughing together.

We finished our dinner and got to our feet. Dumbledore moved all of the tables out of the way and created a platform with band instruments. We all began to get excited as the Weird Sisters took the stage and started playing a slow dance.

We took our places on the dance floor and began to move. Fred had actually learned something and managed to glide with me without an issue. I watched out of the corner of my eye as Harry awkwardly tried to avoid stepping on Gabrielle's feet, who was gracefully moving with him. Hermione kept watching her own toes while dancing with Krum, though I was sure it had more to do with the fact he was staring into her face. He was dazzled by her.

Fred twirled me around and around the floor, making me laugh when my hair started falling down from the pins. I suspected a few people were slipping on them, but he didn't stop. The song changed into something faster, wildly energetic. Fred dipped me down and back up again, twirling me away from him. I laughed and danced a bit more freely, waving my arms around. It was fun, dancing with Fred. It didn't matter that neither of us really had any rhythm. It was just the two of us, lost in the excitement. The only ones brave enough to dance near us were George and Angelina, who were doing their own version of dancing.

The party was still going full force by the time Fred and I stumbled out of the Great Hall. He was pulling me along towards a familiar site. When we came upon the statue of the One-Eyed-Witch, he quickly checked around us before tapping it with his wand. I giggled when the opening appeared and slipped inside quickly while he shut it behind us. The lanterns lit up around us down the pathway and we both listened to make sure we were alone.

Rated M****

"All clear," he finally whispered, pulling me to him with his arms around my waist.

I smiled against his mouth and threaded my fingers into his hair, pulling him into a kiss. His body molded against mine, stepping me back into the wall. I swiped my tongue over his lips, giggling when his teeth nipped at me playfully. I grabbed at collar of his robes and tried pull him harder against me, but my shoes got twisted up into the bottom of my own robes.

We lost of balance then and tumbled to the ground, my back against the floor while Fred landed on top of me.

"Ow!" I gasped, then laughed when Fred tried to get off only to step on his robes again, falling across me once more.

"I swear I'm not doing this on purpose," he grinned down at me.

I quirked a brow and grabbed his face, "I would believe you, but you do look quite happy about it."

"I'm absolutely devastated," he countered, rubbing his nose against mine. "But while I'm down here..."

His mouth was on mine again, kissing me. I slipped my arms back around his neck while kissing him back. His bottom half shifted so that he was supporting his weight on his knees, one of them placed between my legs. His tongue danced with mine and I felt a warmth spread through my body. I shifted below him, bending my free leg to hug his hip.

Fred released my lips and breathed heavily against me, "Edith..."

He kissed my cheek, then towards my ear. My fingers tangled back into his hair and I tilted my head back, encouraging him. He placed an open mouth kiss on my neck, just at the collar of my robes. His tongue dipped out, licking a line there.

"Fred..." I groaned, arching up, "Please touch me."

He stilled over me, obviously caught up guard. We'd had some heavy snogging sessions before since the first visit to this passageway, but we'd always been careful of wandering hands. But something felt different about tonight. I needed...more.

Fred braced himself with one arm against the floor and raised his other hand to my hip. Very slowly, he moved it up towards the tie of my robe. His hand was shaking, as if unsure of himself. I moved my hand over his, guiding it closer so that he could pull it back.

"Are you sure?" he asked hoarsely, his blue eyes meeting mine.

I licked my lips and nodded, "I'll stop you if it's too much. Please, Fred?"

His breath fanned my face at his relief. His hands pulled the robe back, baring my shoulder and the half of my bra. It was white and plain, nothing too fancy. But the way he was looking at it, I might as well have been wearing the most expensive lingerie in the world. Fred leaned down and kissed my shoulder, his breath fanning against my skin, up my neck. I shivered, moving my hand back up to his shoulder. He kissed me again, more confident this time, his tongue delicately following the strap there. I bit my bottom lip when his teeth moved over it, pulling it down and out of the way. It was hanging down my arm now. His mouth kissed a path downwards, dipping into the cup of my bra where my breast was barely covered.

I'd complained about them ever since they appeared, but now...

There were no words to describe what it felt like when Fred moved his hand up to grasp my breast for the first time. It was shaky, gentle, and so warm. I dug my fingers into his shoulder when he pulled the cup down further, and I felt my nipple pucker up at the cool air. Before he lost his nerve, Fred's mouth enclosed over it, sucking gently.

I gasped, arching my body up again and felt my hips buck into his. I felt him there- his dick hard against the robes separating us. He groaned against me, the sound making my nipple tingle in his mouth. Fred pulled back and pushed the other side of my robe down, followed by the bra strap. Both of my breasts were in view now and his mouth seemed to be everywhere. He alternated between them. Where is mouth wasn't, his hand was there kneading and caressing. I was feeling so many thing at once that I didn't even know what to do. I wanted to make him feel as good as I did, but I didn't know...

I pushed Fred back and he immediately set back on his butt, breathing heavily with wide eyes, "I'm sorry, I'll-"

"Shh," I told him, scrambling to crawl into his lap. I placed a knee on either side of his hips and set down, feeling his dick underneath me.

Fred groaned and his hands went to my hips, "What do you want me to do?"

I pulled my arms out of my bra and robes, pushing it down to my waist so that my top was completely bare, "Continue what you were doing."

I didn't have to tell him twice. His mouth was back on my chest and his hands were roaming over me. I fisted my hands back into his hair and rocked my hips against his. He groaned again, pulling his mouth off of my chest and kissing my lips. His hands went to my waist, gripping my hips tightly. His hands moved with my grinding motion, pulling me against him over and over again. My pussy felt like it was tingling with pleasure and I didn't want the feeling to end. I could feel how wet I was, how it soaked into my robes. I was so close- close to-

My legs clamped down against him and I felt myself cry out against his mouth. Fred moved my hips faster, almost furiously. He was gripping me tighter and then his hips jerked up towards me. And then his mouth broke away from mine to groan against my shoulder. He shuddered underneath me, holding me tight against him. I was still twitching with pleasure and breathing hard by the time he was done moving.

We were both breathing heavily and neither of us could move for a few moments.

Finally, Fred cleared his throat, "That...that was-"

"I know," I finished for him, burying my face into the side of his neck. "I didn't know it would feel like that."

"You mean, you've never...?"

I shook my head, "No."

He let out a heavy breath, "Bloody hell, that just makes me want to start all over again." He wrapped his arms around me tighter, "Oh I love you...I love you...I love you..." He peppered kisses all over my face in between the declarations.

"I love you too, Fred," I sighed happily into him, pressing my breasts into his clothed chest, "Had you ever...?"

"Only with myself," Fred joked before resting his forehead against mine, "It's only ever been you for me, Aggie dear. No one else."

Part 2 of Book 4!