I join Hermione and the boys in the main entrance of the school. And there it was the Goblet of Fire in all its glory. "Anyone put their name in yet?" Ron asks a third-year girl eagerly. 

"All the Durmstrang lot, " she replies. "But I haven't seen anyone from Hogwarts yet. "

"Bet some of them put it in last night after we'd all gone to bed, " Harry says, "I would've if it had been me... Wouldn't have wanted everyone watching. What if the goblet just gobbed you right back out again? " I hear laughing and I turn to see Fred, George, and Lee Jordan hurrying down the stair case, all three of them looking extremely guilty and excited. 

"Done it, " Fred says in a triumphant whisper to Harry, Ron, and Hermione. "Just taken it." 

"What?" asks Ron. 

"The Aging Potion, dung brains, " Fred says. 

"One drop each, " George says, rubbing his hands together with glee. "We only need to be a few months older."

"We're going to split the thousand Galleons between the three of us if one of us wins, " Lee says, grinning broadly. 

"I'm not sure this is going to work, you know, " Hermione warns "I'm sure Dumbledore will have thought of this."

"Shhhh Hermione lets see whats gonna happen," I tell her.

"Ready?" Fred asks the other two, quivering with excitement. "C'mon, then--I'll go first--" Fred pulls out a piece of parchment and walks to the goblet carefully dropping his name in.  The boys start to cheer until the goblet starts to sizzle than it tosses the boys back ten feet. And as if on cue the twins quickly start to age rapidly growing thick white beards.

"Genius," I say in between laughs

"I did warn you, " Professor Dumbledore says, "I suggest you both go up to Madam Pomfrey. She is already tending to Miss Fawcett, of Ravenclaw, and Mr. Summers, of Hufflepuff, both of whom decided to age themselves up a little too. Though I must say, neither of their beards is anything like as fine as yours. " 

"Well good luck boys!" I call out as Lee who was dying of laughter leads them to the hospital wing. "Come on lets go eat." The others agree and we walk into the grand hall and I join them at the Gryffindor table.  We sit beside Dean and Seamus.

"There's a rumor going around that Warrington got up early and put his name in, " Dean tells us, "That big bloke from Slytherin who looks like a sloth."

"We can't have a Slytherin champion!" Harry whines.

"Hey! We could totally have a Slytherin champion," I say.

"And all the Hufflepuffs are talking about Diggory, " Seamus  says contemptuously. "But I wouldn't have thought he'd have wanted to risk his good looks."

"Listen!" Hermione says suddenly. People were cheering out in the entrance hall. We all swivel around in our seats and to see Angelina Johnson coming into the Hall, grinning in an embarrassed sort of way. She sits down with us and she smiles brightly. "Well, I've done it! Just put my name in!"

"You're kidding!" Ron says, looking impressed.

"Are you seventeen, then?" asks Harry. 

"Course she is, can't see a beard, can you?" Ron says.

"I had my birthday last week, " Angelina says. 

"Well, I'm glad someone from Gryffindor's entering, " says Hermione. "I really hope you get it, Angelina!"

"Thanks, Hermione, " Angelina says, smiling at her. 

"Yeah, better you than Pretty-Boy Diggory," Seamus says. Causing several Hufflepuffs passing their table to scowl heavily at us.

"Well I'm rooting for you," I tell Angelina. 

******

"What're we going to do today, then?" Ron asks as we leave the hall.

"We haven't been down to visit Hagrid yet, " Harry says.

"Okay, "Ron says, "just as long as he doesn't ask us to donate a few fingers to the skrewts."

"I've just realized--I haven't asked Hagrid to join S. P. E. W. Yet!" she says brightly. "Wait for me, will you, while I nip upstairs and get the badges?"

"What is it with her?" Ron asks, exasperated, as Hermione ran away up the marble staircase. 

"Hey, Ron, " Harry says suddenly. "It's your friend... " I look over to see the veela-girl Draco was checking out and I huff. The whole Beauxbaton group was there in a line. All putting their name in the goblet one by one.

"What d'you reckon'll happen to the ones who aren't chosen?" Ron mutters as the veela-girl dropped her parchment into the Goblet of Fire.  "Reckon they'll go back to school, or hang around to watch the tournament?"

"Dunno, " Harry says. "Hang around, I suppose... Madame Maxime's staying to judge, isn't she?"

"They'll stay," I tell the boys.

"Where are they sleeping, then?" Ron asks, moving toward the front doors and staring after them. A loud rattling noise behind them announced Hermione's reappearance with the box of S. P. E. W. Badges. "Oh good, hurry up." 

"Why do you care where everyone sleeps?" I ask him.

"Curious," He mumbles.

"Stalker," I cough. We hop down the steps and reach Hagrids hut. Passing the carriage which apparently the Beauxbatons kids were staying in. I knock loudly on the door.

""Bout time!" Hagrid says as he flings the door open "Thought you lot'd forgotten where I live!"

"We've been really busy, Hag--" Hermione starts but stops as her and I get a look at Hagrid. He was wearing and awful hairy brown suit with an orange and yellow tie. His hair half slicked down into two knots.

"What?" I ask him, "were you doing? What were you thinking?" Hermione elbows me in the rib. "Ow! Mione"

"Erm--where are the skrewts?" She asks.

"Out by the pumpkin patch, " Hagrid says happily, "They're get-tin' massive, mus' be nearly three footlong now. On'y trouble is, they've started killin' each other."

"Oh no, really?" Hermione asks.

 "Yeah, " Hagrid says sadly, "S' okay, though, I've got 'em in separate boxes now. Still got abou' twenty."

"Well, that's lucky, " Ron says sarcastically. I kick his shin and he jumps. We all sit as Hagird brings us tea and we begin to talk about the tournament. 

"You wait, " he says grinning. "You jus' wait. Yer going ter see some stuff yeh've never seen before. Firs' task... Ah, but I'm not supposed ter say. "

"Go on, Hagrid!" We urge him but he just shakes his head, grinning. 

"I don' want ter spoil it fer yeh, " Hagrid says. "But it's gonna be spectacular, I'll tell yeh that. Them champions're going ter have their work cut out. Never thought I'd live ter see the Triwizard Tournament played again!"

We end up having lunch. Well correction. He gave us lunch but we didn't eat it since Hermione found a talon in hers. Then Hermione kept making attempts to recruit him to SPEW.

"It'd be doin' 'em an unkindness, Hermione, " he says gravely, threading a massive bone needle with yarn, "It's in their nature ter look after humans, that's what they like, see? Yeh'd be makin''em unhappy ter take away their work, an' insutin' 'em if yeh tried ter pay 'em."

""But Harry set Dobby free, and he was over the moon about it!" Hermione says,  "And we heard he'sasking for wages now!"

"Yeah, well, yeh get weirdos in every breed. I'm not sayin' there isn't the odd elf who'd take freedom, but yeh'll never persuade most of 'em ter do it--no, nothin' doin', Hermione,' Hagrid says. She places the buttons back in her rob and sighs. 

"We should head to the castle," I tell them. 

 "I'll come with yeh, " Hagrid says, putting away his darning. "Jus' give us a sec." Hagrid went to his drawers and found a bottle and began to spray it. The smell was awful.

"Hagrid, what's that?" Ron says coughing.

"Eh?" Hagrid asks turning around with a large bottle in his hand, "Don' yeh like it?"

"Is that aftershave?" Hermione asks in a slightly choked voice. 

"Er--eau de cologne, " Hagrid mutters. He was blushing,"Maybe it's a bit much, I'll go take it off, hang on... "He stumps out of the cabin and to his water barre

 "Eau de cologne?" Hermione asks in amazement. "Hagrid?"

"And what's with the hair and the suit?" Harry asks. i

 "Look!" Ron says. Pointing out the window to Hagrid who was talking to Madame Maxime.T Then suddenly he leaves with her and her students.

"He's going up to the castle with her!" says Hermione indignantly. "I thought he was waiting for us!"

"He fancies her!" says Ron incredulously. 

"Are little big Hagrid is all grown up!" I squeal proudly.

"Well, if they end up having children, they'll be setting a world record--bet any baby of theirs would weigh about a ton," Ron says.

"Oh hush up," I say, "Hagrid fancies someone!" We leave the cabin and follow the groups to the castle. 

"Ooh it's them, look!" Hermione whispers. She was referencing the Drumstrang students. All in blood red robes. I nod as we follow behind the group into the great hall. The Goblet of Fire now in front of Dumbledore's chair. I wave to group as I part them and join Draco. 

"Hey," I mumble before I connect my lips to his. I pull away and quickly sit down beside him before connecting them again. 

"Gross," Pansy fake gags. I pull back and roll my eyes at her. 

"Jealous much?" I ask. She pouts and turns back to her group of friends.

"Well, the goblet is almost ready to make its decision, " Dumbledore announces "I estimate that it requires one more minute. 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 receiving their first instructions. "He took out his wand and gave a great sweeping wave with it; at once, all the candles except those inside the carved pumpkins were extinguished, plunging them into a state of semidarkness. The Goblet of Fire now lit the rooom. Slience falls as we watch closely. Soon a piece of parchment shoots up into the air. "The champion for Durmstrang, will be Viktor Krum." We all clap and I look to Victor who was once again beside me.

"Congrats," I say before he walks off.

"Bravo, Viktor!" boomed Karkaroff, so loudly that everyone could hear him. Hell I bet all of Hogesmade could hear him. "Knew you had it in you!"The clapping and chatting dies down as another paper shoots to the sky. "The champion for Beauxbatons, is Fleur Delacour!" The Veela girl walks to the stage as her classmate burst into tears with their disappointment. Silence fell over the room quickly as the last paper shoots out. "The Hogwarts champion is Cedric Diggory!" The Hufflepuff cheers fill the room. We could of had a worse champion. I'll except it. He makes his way to the chamber wit an ear to ear grin."Excellent! Well, we now have our three champions. I am sure I can count upon all of you, including the remaining students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, to give your champions every ounce of support you can muster. By cheering your champion on, you will contribute in a very real--"But Dumbledore suddenly stops speaking, and it was apparent to everybody what had distracted him. The fire in the goblet had just turned red again like it had before giving a name. But it couldn't be. It only can choose 3. Another parchment shoots up in the air. Dumbledore takes it in his hand and sighs. He clears his throat. "Harry Potter."

"What?" I ask Draco. How. Who. When? I had been with him all day. The room while silent had a thick tension around it as Harry rose to his feet. "Why the bloody hell did he put his name in the goblet?!"

"Because Pothead can't go without the attention for 5 minutes," Draco says angrily. 

"He's going to die," I say, "he's going to fucking die. Can he get out of this?"

"No its a magical contract," Blaise says, "you put your name in you can't back out."

"Bloody hell he's gonna die," I repeat, "I'm going to murder him! Why would he do something so stupid?!"