(Not edited, if there are any mistakes tag me in the comments where the mistake is)

𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗗 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡 𝗣𝗢𝗩

FLASH! The camera went off, taking a photo.

"What a charismatic quartet. Hello. I'm Rita Skeeter." I woman with curly blonde hair and a flashy looking dress said, as she walked up to the students participating in the Triwizard Tournament.

"I write for the Daily Prophet. But of course you know that, don't you? It's you we don't know. You're the juicy news." She continued

She caressed Fleur's cheek, "what quirks lurk beneath those rosy cheeks?" She gave Fleur's cheek a soft slap.

"What mysteries do the muscles mask? Does courage lie beneath those curls?" She messed up Cedric's hair, "in short, what makes a champion tick? 'Me, Myself and I' want to know. Not to mention my rabid readers."

She laughed. The champions looked at her with an expression that said "you're annoying please shut up."

"So who's feeling up to sharing? Hm?"

Everyone stayed silent.

"Shall we start with the youngest? Lovely." She said, pulling Harry into a broom cupboard.

She got up all in his face, "hm, this is cozy." She sighed

"Uh, it's a broom cupboard." Harry stated

"You should feel right at home, then." (That was uncalled for 😭 poor Harry) "Don't mind if I use a Quick-Quotes Quill, do you?" She asked

"Oh, no." Harry muttered

"So tell me, Harry. Here you sit, a mere boy of 12-"

"I'm 14. Sorry." He corrected

"-about to compete against three students not only vastly more emotionally mature than yourself but who have mastered spells that you wouldn't attempt in your dizziest daydreams. Concerned?"

"I-I don't know. I haven't really thought about it." He eyed the Quick-Quotes Quill, trying to see what it was writing.

"Just ignore the quill. Then, of course, you're no ordinary boy of 12, are you?"

"Fourteen."

"Your story's legend. Do you think it was the trauma of your past that made you so keen to enter such a dangerous tournament?"

"No, I didn't enter." Harry said

"Of course you didn't." She gasped, then winked at him as if to say 'your secret is safe with me'. "Everyone loves a rebel, Harry."

He looked at her with an expression that said 'huh?'

She laughed, "scratch that last." The quill crossed out its last sentence. "Speaking of your parents, were they alive how do think they'd feel? Proud? Or concerned that your attitude shows, at best, a pathological need for attention at worst, a psychotic death wish?"

(Can she just stfu 😾)

Harry ignored her question, looking at what the quill was writing. "Hey, my eyes aren't 'glistening with the ghosts of my past.'"

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"How was your interview?" (Y/N) asked as Harry entered his dorm room. She was hanging out with Dean before Harry came in.

"It was horrible." Harry sighed, taking off his tie and cloak, collapsing onto his bed.

"I'll leave you two alone." Dean muttered, walking out.

(Y/N) raised her brow at him, confused on why he was leaving. But after a minute she realised why. She chuckled to herself, shaking her head slightly, she felt her cheeks heat up a bit.

"Why was it horrible, Harry." (Y/N) questioned, moving to stand over his bed.

Noticing she wanted to sit down on his bed, he moved to the opposite side to make space for the both of them.

"She didn't listen to anything I said, she asked the dumbest questions, and she kept on saying I was twelve." He exclaimed

"Twelve?!!" She laughed, "don't worry Harry, you're much more handsome now than you were when you were twelve."

"Are you saying I was an ugly twelve year old?!" He pouted

"I never said that, I said you're more handso- what I mean is, you've matured more, both physically and emotionally."

"Hm." He frowned

"Oh stop being dramatic. Harry, you're a very pretty boy, lots of girls would agree with me. I heard this one girl say she wanted to ask you out." (Y/N) decided not to tell him about how she reacted when she heard that girl say she wanted to ask him out.

She 'accidentally' threatened the girl then locked her in a broom cupboard. It wasn't really her fault, she wasn't in the right mind. (And Harry is her soulmate. Like literally get your own soulmate, Harry's already taken 🙄)

I want you to ask me out Harry thought to himself, wait no! That would ruin our friendship. Buttt I want to ruin our friendship... NO! This is just a small crush that I've had for a few weeks?? Months?? Years??

(Harry's just trying to ignore the fact that he has been crushing on (Y/N) for years 😭)

"Harry!" The (h/c) haired girl shouted, snapping him out of his thoughts. "What the hell we're you thinking about?"

"Nothing." He muttered

"Anyways, I was asking you what questions the interviewer was asking, since you said they were dumb questions."

"She basically asked if I'm scared to compete with people older and better at magic than me, which I am. Then she asked something that implied I entered because I wanted to, even though I didn't, when I said I didn't she said 'everyone loves a rebel', did she not listen to me?"

"We'll reporters and people like her tend to bend the truth sometimes but they don't normally go that far. She's strange." (Y/N) said

"Yeah, she is strange. But that's not the worst of it, she asked if my parents were alive how would they react about the fact that I'm in the tournament, then she said I have a pathological need for attention and a death wish. She also said wrote down  that my eyes are 'glistening with the ghost of my past'." He told her

"Why would she even have the audacity to ask a hypothetical question about your parents?! That's just- who the hell does that?! Especially when she knows you don't know that much about your parents, how were you even supposed to answer that question? And you don't have a pathological need for attention, you don't actually like the attention. And your eyes, your gorgeous emerald eyes, don't glisten with any ghost of your past." (Y/N) almost yelled

"Relax, it's okay. I won't let her get to me, don't worry." Harry said

"Fine. Where did she interview you, in an empty classroom?"

"She interview me in a broom cupboard. She said 'I should feel right at home'."

(Y/N) laughed quietly, she didn't mean to but it was quite funny.

"Mickey, why are you laughing? It's not funny!" Harry shouted

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! But it is funny." She laughed a bit louder

"It's not! If you keep on laughing I'll tickle you." He threatened

She quickly shut up.

"I'm not ticklish." She stated, crossing her arms and looking away from him.

"You sure? Because I can tickle you just to make sure if you want?" He taunted

"No! No tickling!" She yelled

Harry laughed at her.

"Shut up, your eyes glisten with the ghost of your past." She snarled

Harry shut up and glared at her.

"I hate you." He hissed

"We both know you don't." She smirked

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