A/N ~ It's going to get just a little crazier from here.

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They all arrived back at The Burrow after the long and horrifying night. Everyone was still in shock from the events at the World Cup- even Mrs Weasley.

She eventually burst in tears and hugged Fred and George, telling them that she wouldn't know what to do if the last thing she said to them was that they didn't get enough O.W.L.s (Ordinary Wizard Levels).

Y/N also received a worried letter from her father, asking if she and Rolf were alright.

He, like Mrs Weasley, was quite furious they didn't contact him right away after the World Cup.

'Y/N,

Your mother told me about the attack at the World Cup. I will not ask why you didn't contact me right away after the events, but I need to know if you and Rolf are alright. Send thanks to the Weasleys and your friends for me.

Write back as soon as possible,

Your dad"

The last week of summer break went by quietly, with Mr Weasley and Percy away for work 24/7.

The Quartet played board games and mini Quidditch games with the rest of the Weasleys.

It was probably not the most cheerful time for the world, but it was surely the best for them. It was like a week-long sleep over.

And finally, after a few days filled with fun and laughter, it was September the 1st. The day they all return to Hogwarts.

"Are you excited for this year?" Harry asked Y/N, scanning their bags trunks that stacked up beside Ron's bed.

They both sat on the floor of Ron's bedroom, finishing up their packing. Y/N was folding the last of her winter accessories.

"I don't know..." Y/N said quietly. "I... don't have a good feeling about this year. With the Death Eaters, and your scar hurting,-"

"Oh, don't let my scar ruin your whole year!" Harry laughed. "You can do so many things without having to worry about a part of my forehead." He chuckled softly. Y/N laughed along and looked around Ron's bedroom.

"I'm going to miss this place." She sighed. "Not specifically Ron's bedroom, of course,- The Burrow, I mean."

"Yeah, me too." Harry said truthfully, looking at Y/N's soft expression. "Hey... that's the beanie I gave you last year."

Y/N looked down at what she had in her hands.

It was, in fact, the F/C woolen hat Harry gave her last Christmas. She liked it a lot, and wore it for most of the winter months.

"'Course it is. I love it." Y/N said, smiling and folding the hat neatly into her trunk. Harry grinned happily.

"Cant wait to see you in it this year." He said quietly, making Y/N turn away to hide her smile. "I remember you wearing it all winter, last year."

"Erm... thanks." She blurted.

Then, realizing what she said didn't make sense, she flushed with colour.

'Thanks'? Great job, Y/N, absolutely wonderful.

"Er... your welcome?" Harry replied slowly and awkwardly. Y/N nodded and smiled, trying to find something else to say.

"Haha... hmm...what's taking Ron and Hermione so long?" Harry asked, quickly changing the subject.

"Oh- erm- Ron's still fussing to Mrs Weasley about his... fashionable dress robes." Y/N said with a slight smirk, and the tension was broken. "And Hermione's helping Mrs Weasley fight him."

"Oh, that." Harry grinned. "What's it for, anyway? The dress robes?"

"No idea." Y/N said, frowning thoughtfully. "Probably for a dance? Or a ball? That's the same thing, but you get me."

Harry felt his heart pound a little faster.

A dance? A ball? Like in those movies Aunt Petunia used to watch?

Harry couldn't help but smile at the thought. If there was going to be a ball, he most definitely knew who he would take.

He already had scenarios planned in the back of his head since the moment he saw Ron's robes.

"You good?" Y/N nudged Harry's shoulder.

"Oh- yeah, brilliant..." Harry replied with a smile. "I hope it's nothing like that. I don't like that stuff. Especially if you have to dance. And with a partner? Nuh-uh."

"Oh..." Y/N's face dropped slightly. "I kind of... do like that stuff, though.'"

Harry's eyes widened, and he quickly stuttered,

"No! I mean- I do like that stuff-! NO- I meant- if you like... If you like 'that stuff', er- good for you."

"Yeah, good for me." Y/N said quickly.

She didn't know what he was thinking, but she definitely had her own scenarios written out inside her head.

The thought of dancing and laughing with Harry in a room filled with bright lights and music brought butterflies to her stomach. The thought of finally admitting to her feelings?

Never will any of that happen, of course. And never will she admit any of her feelings to anyone.

They were already so great as friends. And the way Harry looked at Cho... it convinced Y/N even more that what he felt for her was nothing like what he felt for Cho.

"I er- got to check on Ron and Hermione." Y/N said, finally, with her face flushing with colour. She stood up quickly and tried to avoid Harry's eye contact.

Harry narrowed his eyes at her suspiciously, but nodded slowly.

"Alright... I'm starting to get concerned, too." He said. "Tell him his trunk's still up here."

"Yeah, 'course... I'll... see you later, Harold." Y/N smiled at him weakly, patting him on the arm.

Harry tried his best not to react at her touch, and grinned back warmly.

"See you down stairs, Niff." he replied shortly.

The day was already a roller coaster.

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The train ride to Hogwarts was just like the past few years.

Hermione finished several books during the ride, and the others talked casually.

Ron was eating the whole time, while talking to Harry and Y/N, Hermione joining them every once in a while.

Some of their friends came into their compartment to say hi, including Neville Longbottom, Seamus Finnigan, Colin Creevey and his first year brother, Dennis Creevey, Justin Finch-Fletchley and Cho Chang.

Y/N quickly looked at Harry when Cho grinned brightly at him, and was surprised to find her blood slowly boiling, when Harry blushed red and grinned back.

But other than that, she enjoyed the ride pretty much. She could never get tired of talking to Ron, Harry and Hermione.

Y/N found herself staring at Harry while he talked. Not like she didn't look at her other friends, but watching him was addicting.

The way he did a double-take every time he caught her stare and gave her a thumbs up. The way he made her laugh more than often. The way he had no clue how much joy he brought to her.

Harry stared as Y/N talked. He smiled whenever she smiled. He laughed whenever she laughed. Y/N had no clue that she, herself, made him feel...

"So. Bloody. Awesome." Ron grinned happily, shoving another chocolate frog in his mouth.

"Hmm?" Both Harry and Y/N blurted cluelessly.

"What's bloody awesome?" Y/N asked.

"What do you mean?" Ron frowned. "Have you been listening this whole time?"

"Y-yeah, of course." Y/N said and laughed weakly.

"Right," Ron frowned at her and Harry suspiciously. "As I was saying, Fred promised me he would take me to the kitchen at Hogwarts. He said tons of house-elves work there-"

"WAIT, WHAT?" Hermione bellowed, shutting her book dramatically. "House-elves?" Her eyes grey wide.

"Of course." Ron shrugged. "Who do you think does our laundry at school? Snape?"

Y/N and Harry burst into laughter, but quickly stopped when Hermione glared at them harshly.

She then turned back to Ron.

"The elves- do they get paid?" She looked at him as if he was the one to decide that. "Do they, Ron?"

"Er... no?" Ron replied, glancing helplessly at Y/N and Harry.

"This is not alright!" Hermione said angrily. "I've never thought Dumbledore would allow slaves to work at school!"

"Hermione, not all house-elves are like Dobby."  Y/N reminded her about the elf that Harry freed in their second year. "Most elves like working."

"Y/N's right." Ron said with a shrug.

Unfortunately for them, Hermione didn't stop complaining house-elves rights for the rest of the ride.

At exactly half past nine in the evening, the train finally came to a stop. They have arrived at Hogsmeade station, and could see the magnificent castle gleaming in front of them.

No matter how many years have past, the sight of Hogwarts would always bring tears into anyone's eyes.

"Finally back at home number 3." Y/N said with a smile, as she and Hermione stepped off the train.

"Jokes on you, this is my only home." said, Harry, sighing slightly to himself. Y/N gave him a sad smile and squeezed his hand gently. Harry looked down at her hand and squeezed it back warmly.

"Y/N, can you carry Crookshanks for a moment?" Hermione said suddenly. "I'll carry Bamboo's cage for you."

"Oh- um- sure." Y/N quickly let go of Harry's hand and Hermione thrusted her orange cat into her arms.

Y/N handed Hermione her owl's cage and watched as the girl took the cage in one hand and picked up a rather large box in the other.

"What's that for?" Harry questioned.

"Oh, I'll explain later." Hermione grinned happily.

Y/N could see that the box was labeled "SPEW". Alright...

"Firs' years! Firs' years, this way!" said a big familiar voice.

The quartet turned around and saw their giant friend, Rubeus Hagrid, holding a bright lantern. He was almost twice their size, and had long tangled hair. He saw the four and beamed happily at them.

"Aye! Hello Harry, Y/N, Hermion, Ron!" Hagrid greeted them brightly.

"Hello, Hagrid!" The quartet chorused back.

"How are yeh lot?" Hagrid asked with a smile.

"We're all good." Harry replied.

"Well, that's good ter know." said Hagrid. "You'll need a lot er tha' attitude fer this year!"

"Say... do you know what's new this year, Hagrid?" Y/N asked. "Everything seems a little... different."

Hagrid chuckled loudly.

"I can't tell yeh. But I have to say... it's a big thing." he whispered. "Firs' years, this way, firs' years!"

"But Hagrid, what exactly is going to happen?" Y/N asked eagerly.

Hagrid gave the four one last cheeky grin and proceeded to walk away towards the lake, without answering Y/N's question.

"Oh..." Hermione frowned. "He just walked away."

"We'll probably find out soon." Y/N shrugged. "Let's fine ourselves a carriage- oh, and Hermione, your cat hates me." Y/N fussed, as Crookshanks continued to flounder in her arms.

"Sorry, Y/N, but my hands are full." Hermione held up her mysterious box and Bamboo's cage.

The four walked down the lit path to find an empty self-pulling carriage to themselves.

"Something's definitely going on." Ron said, as the four hopped onto the carriage. There were Ministry people wondering around the station. "I just wish I knew what, exactly."

"You're telling me you don't know, Weasley?" sneered a cool voice.

The quartet whipped their heads back to see Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy walking by their carriage.

Malfoy was sniggering at them as always, with his bodyguards echoing his laughter.

"What do you mean?" Y/N shot quickly.

Malfoy stopped right in front of their carriage and smirked.

"Why hello there, Scamander." Malfoy said and cocked his eyebrows. "Now you're intrigued..."

"Tell us about it or shut the hell up, Malfoy." Harry said cooly, turning Y/N's shoulder away from the Slytherins.

"Getting a little protective, eh, Potter?" Malfoy continued, making all his friends snigger.

"If you're not going to tell us, don't." Ron spat, glaring at the Slytherins.

"I really thought your loser-of-a-father would tell you, Weasley." Malfoy continued.

"SHUT UP!" Y/N bellowed loudly.

A huge rock near Pansy Parkinson's ankle suddenly bursted with a loud bang.

Pansy shrieked loudly and jumped away behind Malfoy. The Slytherins yelled in horror and stared at Y/N with wide eyes.

"Walk. Away." Y/N threatened cooly, making Pansy take another step back.

"Let's go." Malfoy said quietly, clearly intimidated. The four Slytherins gave Y/N one last frightened look and took off, pushing each other along the way, making them trip over several times.

The quartet laughed loudly at the Slytherins, as their carriage slowly started to move.

"Blimey! That was so bloody awesome!" Ron said between his laughter. "Did you see the look on Parkinson's face?"

"I didn't even try to use my power! It just came!" Y/N said, laughing and gripping onto Hermione's shoulder.

"I bloody love you, Y/N!" Harry said, chuckling loudly.

His three friends stopped laughing immediately and stared at him with raised eyebrows. Harry froze and stared.

"Y-your power, I mean." He said quickly.

"Thanks, Harold," said Y/N, trying to contain her smile.

"Did you learn how to control your power?" Hermione asked eagerly. "Seems like you know what you're doing."

"No, not really." Y/N said thoughtfully. "It never happens when I think about it- I tried to prank Fred once by trying to explode his cereal bowl a few weeks ago- nothing happened. I have to actually be angry for it to work."

"That's so cool." Ron said jealously. "Do you think I could learn to become- whatever you are?"

"Count me in." Harry chimed.

"Nah, you're The Boy Who Lived, you're already badass." Y/N said playfully. Harry rolled his eyes dramatically at her. "But no, I don't think you can, Ronald."

"Did you tell your parents about it?" Hermione asked. "Or your grandfather, perhaps?"

"No, I haven't." Y/N said with a shrug. "They're too busy. Always busy. The only adult that knows about my power is Snape- after I busted his cauldron last year."

"Well, I think you should tell someone." Hermione said seriously.

"Are you kidding?" Ron said as if Hermione was mental. "And risk her power being removed?"

"I think it's up to Y/N to decide what she would do with her power." Harry said. Y/N grinned at him gratefully. "After all, it really isn't a bad thing, isn't it?"

"I guess that's true..." Hermione said slowly. "You don't feel any internal pain? Or any weird after affect?"

"Nope. I'm fine." Y/N said with a smile, as their carriage stopped in front of the gate of the Hogwarts castle. "Not an Obsurial. I swear."

The four Gryffindors had another laugh, as their carriage stopped right in front of the gate of Hogwarts castle.

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"How is the weather cold already- AHHHH!" Y/N yelled as a big red water-filled balloon dropped from the ceiling and exploded on her head. "Peeves! YOU- I swear to Merlin-"

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and everyone else in the hallway laughed loudly. Y/N growled in frustration and shivered as the coldness hit her.

Peeves the poltergeist cackled loudly and started dropping more balloons onto the students. A balloon came falling onto Ron's head, making him yell loudly, another came narrowly missing Hermione, and another one bursted on Harry's feet.

Harry jumped away as his feet were drenched with cold water.

"Oh, don't act all jumpy now!" Y/N snapped, pointing at her drenched self.

The students started to shriek and push each other, and soon enough, everyone was shivering from the cold water, except for Fred and George, who were laughing along with Peeves.

"PEEVES!" Professor McGonagall bellowed. "Come down here, at once!" The tall and stern Professor came dashing from the Great Hall- she skidded across the wet floor and grabbed Hermione around the neck. "Ouch- so sorry, Miss Granger."

"It's alright, Professor!" Hermione said, gasping for air and massaging her neck.

"Already wet, aren't they? Little squirts! Wheeeeee!" Peeves stuck his tongue out and zoomed away towards the marble staircase, cackling insanely.

"Professor Dumbledore will hear about this!" barked Professor McGonagall. She muttered heavily under her breath and shot the students a stern look. "Move along then!"

The quartet slip and slid across the entrance of the Great Hall and through the double doors. Y/N magicked herself and Ron dry quickly, cussing irritatedly under her breath.

The hall seemed to be glaring down at everyone's appearance, as it looked luxurious and magnificent- not matching their frustrated energy.

Harry, Y/N, Hermione and Ron marched past the Slytherins, Ravenclaws, and Hufflepuffs, before sitting down at the end of the Gryffindor table, next to Neville and their house ghost, Nearly Headless Nick.

"Good evening," Nick said to them brightly.

"Says who?" said Harry, taking off his trainers and emptying them of water. Nick chuckled hollowly.

"Hope they hurry up with the sorting, I'm starving." Ron said, scowling at the sorting hat.

"The first years aren't even here yet." Nick said, surprised by everyone's attitude.

Y/N finally got a good look at the staff table. There were more empty seats than usual- Hagrid was obviously still fighting through the lake with the first years, Professor McGonagall was still in the hallway, and there was an empty seat next to the greasy-haired Snape.

"Where's the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher?" Y/N asked Nearly Headless Nick.

"I don't know, no one's seen them yet." the ghost replied.

"Maybe they couldn't get one!" Hermione fussed anxiously, scanning the staff table.

A few minutes went by, and the first years finally arrived. Several students, including Colin Creevey's brother were soaked, and were shivering from the cold air.

A stern looking Professor McGonagall led them to the front of the hall. She quickly unrolled a long scroll and said to the first years,

"If I call out your name, you must step forward and sit on this stool, while the sorting hat is placed on your head. When the hat calls out your house, you must go and sit at the appropriate table."

The Professor called out the first student, and the sorting ceremony started.

Y/N found it hard to pay attention when her stomach was growling every second. She applauded weakly when Dennis Creevey was sorted into Gryffindor, and stared at the empty plates hungrily.

"For Merlin's sake." Ron groaned, massaging his stomach. "I could eat a Hippogriff."

Finally, when the last student was sorted into Hufflepuff, the Sorting ended. Professor McGonagall rolled up the long scroll of names and went to the staff table to sit next to Professor Dumbledore.

Dumbledore smiled widely, standing up and gesturing a welcome to all the students.

"I have two words," his calm voice echoed the hall. "tuck in."

"Hear, hear!" said Harry, Ron and Y/N, as the plates and platters in front of them filled with all sorts of dishes.

Not only Ron, but everyone else at the table stuffed themselves with as much food as possible. Everyone but Hermione, of course.

The girl had her arms crossed and glared at the food intensely.

"Wha' is it, 'ermione?" Ron asked, his mouth full of mashed potatoes.

"House-elves cooked this meal." Hermione said shortly, refusing a dish from Y/N.

"Oh, come on," Harry said, pushing her a plate of sausages. "It's not like you've never eaten at Hogwarts before."

But Hermione simply huffed and muttered something about 'slave labour'.

After a few minutes into their meal, rain started to fall, and drummed heavily against the high, dark windows. The ceiling flashed, reflecting the thunder from outside...

It was practically storming when puddings appeared in the empty golden plates.

Y/N, Ron and Harry were so focused on eating, that they finished everything in a blink of an eye. Ron sighed loudly and drained his goblet of water empty. Everyone around them were also starting to wrap up their meal.

Suddenly, Dumbledore stood up once again, making everyone fall silent and look up at the staff table.

"So!" the headmaster smiled at them brightly. "Now that we're all fed and watered, I must ask for your attention, once more. Mr Filch, our caretaker, have banned 37 joke items in total, from all hallways and corridors. You may check out the list by Mr Filch's office."

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled and the corner of his lip twitched.

"It is also my painful duty to inform you, that the inter-house Quidditch Cup will not take place this year."

"WHAT?" Rolf bellowed from the Hufflepuff table. "I was going to tryout this year! I've been training the whole summer!"

Y/N covered her face in embarrassment. But Rolf wasn't the only one complaining. The hall buzzed with frustration. Even Harry was gaping at his team members unbelievably.

"This is, of course,-" Dumbledore quickly continued. "due to an event that will start in October, and will continue throughout the school year. I am sure you all with enjoy it immensely. I am pleasured to announce that this year, at Hogwarts, we will be hosting-"

But at that moment, Dumbledore was interrupted with a deafening rumble of thunder, and the doors of the Great Hall banged open.

A man stood in the doorway, leaning upon a long staff. He had messy grey hair, and it seemed like every inch of his skin was scarred.

One of his legs were replayed with a metal one, and a chunk of his nose and lip was missing.

But what made the man horrifying, besides his terrifying expression, was his eyes- or rather- his eye. Y/N could see that one of his eyes was replaced with an electric blue, coin-sized one.

It was moving ceaselessly, without blinking, and it looked like it was scanning every inch of the hall.

The man moved across the hall, his staff echoing with loud 'clunks'. He reached the grinning Dumbledore and nodded his head politely.

"May I welcome you all your Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher," Dumbledore said brightly. "Professor Moody."

No student in the hall made a sound. They gaped at Moody in horror, some first years whimpered quietly. There were several claps from the professors- mostly from Dumbledore and Hagrid.

"Mad-eye Moody." Ron whispered. "Dad knows him from work."

"As in the Auror, Mad-eye Moody?" Y/N questioned.

"I think," Ron shrugged.

"He's a brilliant Auror," Y/N said, remembering her mother talking about Mad-eye Moody. "He helped my mum train a young witch the whole summer. I've met him once. Don't know if he'll remember me, though."

"What happened to him?" Hermione asked with wide eyes. "His face, specifically."

"Dunno." Y/N said, not taking her eyes off the terrifying professor.

Mad-eye Moody settled down into a seat next to Snape, who simply glared at him. Dumbledore then gathered back all the excitement from earlier.

"Now, as I was saying," said the old headmaster, "Quidditch will be cancelled this year, due to an event Hogwarts will be hosting- an event which has not been held in more than a century..."

A buzz of excitement filled the hall. Dumbledore gestured for everyone to be quiet and continued,

"I am happy to inform you all that this year, Hogwarts will be hosting the Triwizard Tournament."

"YOU'RE JOKING!" Fred and George said loudly.

The tension in the hall since Moody arrived broke. Nearly everyone laughed, and Dumbledore chuckled.

"I am not joking Mr Weasleys," said the headmaster. "As I was saying, the Triwizard Tournament will take place at Hogwarts, this year. (A/N ~ you can skip this part if you know all about the Triwizard Tournament :) For those of you who don't know what the Triwizard Tournament is, it is I friendly competition established almost 700 years ago between three wizarding schools- Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. There will be three champions selectied, on from each school, and they will compete in three magical tasks. The schools took it in turns of hosting the event every 5 years, that is, until it was discontinued due to the high death toll. However, our Ministry of Magic have decided the time is ripe for another attempt. We have worked hard over the summer, that no champion would find themselves in danger."

(A/N ~ back to the story-)...

"Wicked." The Weasley twins whispered.

"The champion that wins will receive, the one and only, Triwizard Cup." Dumbledore beamed. "Plus a thousand Galleons personal prize money."

"I'm going for it!" Fred hissed down the table, his face lit with enthusiasm. There was a loud murmur of agreement from the houses.

"It sounds exciting," Ron said, agreeing with his brother.

"I'm considering it." Harry said, as excited as the others. "You, Y/N?"

"Oh, hell to the no!" Y/N shook her head. "Call me a fake Gryffindor all you want, but I don't want to die, thanks."

Dumbledore cleared his throat loudly, and the students stopped discussing.

"There is one exception..." Dumbledore said. "For safety reasons, only students that are over the age of seventeen are allowed to enter this Tournament."

The hall bursted into noises of outrage. Some sixth years were fussing angrily, including Fred and George.

"We turn seventeen in April!" Fred said fruiously.

"Rubbish!" George booed.

"That's rubbish!" Fred yelled.

"SILENCE!" Professor McGonagall bellowed.

Everyone in the hall fell silent, at once.

"Thank you, Professor McGonagall." said Dumbledore. "Now, I would beg you to not try to enter if you're under seventeen" he eyes the Weasley twins. "For, it would be a big waste of time."

"I don't think." Fred whispered stubbornly.

"The delegations or Durmstrang and Beauxbatons will arrive in October, and I wish for all of us to give them a nice and warm welcome. After all, this Tournament is all about building relations between schools... Bedtime! Chop-chop."

Dumbledore sat back down and started a conversation with Mad-eye Moody.

There was loud scraping and muttering as the students got to their feet, following their Prefects to the Gryffindor tower.

The quartet followed the Gryffindor prefects up the staircase, and to the entrance of their common room. The entrance was guarded by the painting of The Fat Lady.

"Password?" the lady asked when the group approached her.

"Balderdash." said the Prefect. "Everyone, remember the password!"

The portrait swung open, revealing the entrance to the common room. Y/N climbed in along with her friends and into the wide room filled with a cracking fireplace and squashy armchairs.

"They can't do that." George continued to complain.

"Yes, they can," Hermione said sharply. "don't forget about the death toll from the past centuries."

"I think an Aging potion would do the trick." Fred said, ignoring Hermione's comment. His friend Lee agreed enthusiastically. "Well- good night to you all."

The twins and Lee quickly left the room, and up the stairs, into their dormitory.

"Everyone- bedtime in 10 minutes!" the fifth year Prefect bellowed. "Girls to the right, boys to the left."

"We'll see you tomorrow, then." Ron said to Y/N and Hermione.

"Alright, good night." Hermione said shortly.

"Night." Y/N smiled at them. She and Hermione turned away towards the stairs to the girls dormitory, but was stopped.

"Wait- Y/N!" Harry called. The two girls turned aback round.

"Yeah?" Y/N grinned.

"Can I talk to you?" Harry asked, ignoring Ron's raised brow.

"Sure?" Y/N said a little nervously.

"Come on, Ron." Hermione quickly pulled the sniggering Ron away from her two friends and shoved him up the stairs, jogging up to the girls dormitory, herself.

"What is it, Harry?" Y/N asked, once Ron and Hermione were gone.

"The Tournament..." Harry started. "If Fred and George figure out a way to enter for us- will you enter?"

"Ha- no." Y/N said firmly.

"OK... Alright..." Harry said with a relieved grin. "I was going to give you a long speech if you said you were interested."

"Why?" Y/N asked with a frown.

"Oh- nothing, I just like making sure." Harry quickly said.

"Making sure that...?" Y/N waited for him to continue, but he didn't. "That I don't enter the Tournament? Do you care for me?" she asked with a challenging grin.

Harry had to bite down on his lip to contain his blush.

"I do." he replied quietly. "Am I wrong for caring?" It was Y/N's turn to flush with colour. She fell silent and stared at the stone floor.

Of course she knew that he cared, but for socially-awkward-Harry to admit it, was a whole lot to take in.

"I'll- see you tomorrow, Harold." she said, grinning to herself.

"Right. Night, Niff." Harry said, not looking directly at her. "I'll see you at breakfast."

Y/N nodded, and once Harry disappeared up the stairs, she didn't hesitate to sprint up the swirly stairs to the fourth year girls dormitory.

She pushed open the door and found Hermione sitting on her bed. Parvati and Lavender were still downstairs, so they had all the privacy.

"What took you so long?" Hermione said with a small grin.

Y/N didn't reply. She threw herself onto her bed dramatically, earning a glare from Bamboo and Crookshanks. She sighed happily and grinned into her pillow.

"Oh, Hermione..." Y/N muttered.

"Yes? What is it?" Hermione came over and sat on Y/N's bed beside her.

"I can't... anymore..." Y/N shook her head and buried her face into her pillow.

"Tell me about it- come on," Hermione looked at her girl best friend. Y/N chuckled into her pillow and shook her head. "I tell you everything! It's only fair if you tell me everything, too!" Hermione pouted.

"I... don't know how to." Y/N muttered, not bringing her face up from her pillow.

"You can start by... describing you feelings?" Hermione suggested.

"IthinkIlikeharry."

"What is that? You're muffling." Hermione grinned myscheviously.

Y/N groaned and emerged her face from her pillow.

"I can't stop thinking about him." she said quietly, shaking her head.

"Who?" Hermione smirked.

"You know who."

"I've always questioned your taste, Y/N, but the Dark Lord?"

"Shut up." Y/N groaned, making Hermione laugh loudly. "You know what I mean!"

"I know, I know, I was just joking." Hermione said with a smile. "Sorry to break it to you, but I already knew you liked Harry."

"No, no, I don't think you understand!" Y/N shook her head, staring at the ceiling. "I don't just like him- I like, like him."

"In other words, you fancy him." Hermione said. Y/N grinned at the ceiling. "But Y/N, you already told me in our second year."

"But I... that was like, 'oh look, The Boy Who Lived- cute'. But now it's like... 'oh wow, I love him-'"

"YOU LOVE HIM?" Hermione bellowed. Y/N jumped violently and fell from her bed with a loud grunt.

"Oww, Hermione, my ears!" Y/N fussed, getting up from the ground.

"Y/N, you love him!" Hermione said excitedly.

"What are you, four?" Y/N said with an eye roll, sitting back onto her bed.

"And you're not denying it-"

"Look, I don't know, OK?" Y/N said loudly in frustration. "He probably likes me and cares for me as a friend, and he probably fancies that girl from Ravenclaw- whom I think also fancies him-"

"Woah, go slow," Hermione put a hand on Y/N's knee. "You're wrong on that, Miss Scamander."

"Hermione, have you seen how he blushes every time Cho walks past?" Y/N said quietly.

"No, I haven't, but besides the point-"

Suddenly, the door of their dormitory was pushed open. The giggling Parvati and Lavender entered, and froze when they saw Y/N's frustrated expression.

"Oh- did we interrupt something?" asked Parvati.

"No- it's nothing." Hermione said, getting up from Y/N's bed. "We should go to sleep. All of us."

"Especially because we have Potions, first class, tomorrow." Lavender said, slumping onto her bed.

"Right- true." Y/N said quickly, tucking herself in.

Hermione mouthed 'this isn't over!' from her bed, causing Y/N to roll her eyes. 'It is!' Y/N mouthed back.

"Good night, girls!" Lavender said once the lights were turned off. Y/N cringed silently and muttered a good night back.

What a day...

What a stupid move.

WHY did she let her feelings take over like that? She just admitted her feelings for Harry and her jealousy for Cho like that.

For Merlin's sake.

Whatever was going to happen this year, it wasn't going to be good.

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A/N ~ Someone's in love or whatever🙄... Sorry I did a lot of skipping this chapter, I just wanted to get into detail for the important scenes. Let me know what you think :))

As always, don't hesitate to point out my spelling mistakes!! Thanks for reading!!

Lots of love to you all <3

- ScribblingQuills