Since the article had come out and Hagrid had returned to teaching, his lessons had turned to the safe side. Which so far was just daily unicorn facts. Which was neat the first weak but it was getting old fast. I kinda even missed that little bastard Jerry. 

  "Easier ter spot than the adults, " Hagrid tells the class. "They turn silver when they're abou' two years old, an' they grow horns at aroun four. Don' go pure white till they're full grown, 'round about seven. They're a bit more trustin when they're babies... Don mind boys so much... C'mon, move in a bit, yeh can pat 'em if yeh want... Give 'em a few o' these sugar lumps..." I stay back away from the unicorn much to Draco's surprise.

"No unicorn today?" He asks.

"I'm over unicorns," I admit, "I want more danger. I wan't something that can kill me!"

"She's mad pal," Blasie says to Draco, "seriously mad."

"I'm not mad just bored," I groan. I sigh and lean agaisnt the fence around the unicorns, "ya know Draco unicorns kinda remind me of you."

"Not like a Dragon or a serpent?" He asks.

"Nope a unicorn," I tell him as the group around us chuckles.

"Piss off," He tells the group.

*****

  "Harry you literally have hours!" I yell as we flip through the spell books. While I had thought he had this under control I was informed by Hermione that he didn't. Not in the slightest, he knew he had to be underwater for an hour. But not how to hold his breath for that long.

  "Really because I didn't know that!" Harry yells back. I roll my eyes and shoot a quick spell at the tower of books to knock one on top of his head. "Ow! Y/n!"

 "Don't be a dick," I groan.

"Take two pints of water, half a pound of shredded mandrake leaves, and a newt... " Harry reads off.

"I don't reckon it can be done, " Ron says flatly from the other side of the table. "There's nothing. Nothing. Closest was that thing to dry up puddles and ponds, that Drought Charm, but that was nowhere near powerful enough to drain the lake. "

"There must be something, " Hermione mutters, moving a candle closer to her.  "They'd never have set a task that was undo able. "

"They have, " Ron says, "Harry, just go down to the lake tomorrow, right, stick your head in, yell at the merpeople to give back whatever they've nicked, and see if they chuck it out. Best you can do, mate. "

"Yeah because the merpeople will just love that," I say as I run a hand through my purple locks. 

"There's a way of doing it!" Hermione says crossly. "There Just has to be!"

"Ask your boyfriend," I tease. She rolls her eyes and ducks down into her book.

"I know what I should have done, " Harry says resting, face-down on his bookm "I should've learned to be an Animagus like Sirius."

 "Yeah, you could've turned into a goldfish any time you wanted!" Ron says.

 "Or a frog, " Harry yawns.

"Or a shark," I say, "you'd scare of Fluer at least."

 "It takes years to become an Animagus, and then you have to register yourself and everything, " Hermione says, "Professor McGonagall told us, remember... You've gotto register yourself with the Improper Use of Magic Office ... What animal you become, and your markings, so you can't abuse it... "

"Hermione, I was joking, " Harry says, "I know I haven't got a chance of turning into a frog by tomorrow morning... "

"Oh this is no use, " Hermione says snapping her book shut, "Who on earth wants to make their nose hair grow into ringlets?"

"I wouldn't mind, " Fred's voice says. I look up and smirk at the older ginger twins. "Be a talking point, wouldn't it?"

"It's be a nice look for you Freddie," I say as he leans against my chair.

 "What're you two doing here?" Ron asks.

 "Looking for you, " George says,"McGonagall wants you, Ron. And you, Hermione. "

"Why?" Hermione asks. looking surprised. 

"Dunno ... She was looking a bit grim, though, " Fred says as he looks at my book.

 "We're supposed to take you down to her office, " George says.

"We'll meet you back in the common room, " Hermione tells Harry as she and Ron get up. "Bring as many of these books as you can, okay?"

"Right, " Harry says uneasily. 

"Night guys," I say to them as the twins pull them away leaving Harry and I alone. As the night goes on a soft 'hi' is mumbled as someone sits beside me. I look up to see Neville. "Hello Neville."

"Hey," He says eyeing my book, "You know, if you're interested in plants. . .you'd be better off with Goshawk's Guide to Herbology. Do you know there's a wizard in Nepal who's growing gravity-resistant trees?"

"That sounds neat-" 

"Neville, no offense, but we really don't care. . .about plants," Harry says as he sits his book down harshly, "Now, if there's. . . a Tibetan turnip that will allow me to breathe underwater for an hour. . . then great. But otherwise--"

"l don't know about a turnip," Neville says, "But you could always use gillyweed."

"Gillyweed!" I squeal, "Neville you're a genius!"

"I am?" He asks looking at the excitment on mine and Harry's expressions. I kiss his cheek happily and wrap my arms around him.

"Yes! There you go Harry gillyweed!" I say.

"Neville can you bring me gillyweed before the task tomorrow?" Harry asks.

"Sure," Neville says, "if you'd like." I quickly grab the books and toss them back on the shelves.

"Finally I can go to sleep," I say, "good luck Harry and be off to bed! Thanks again Neville!" The boys wave as I hug them both. "Night!"

"Night," Harry mumbles.

****

  "Percy my friend I need you to look at me," I say as I lean over the judges table, "whats up with Crouch?"

   "I'm not permitted to discuss such things with children," Percy says snottily.

   "Percy I love you look I brother," I tell him, "but I will throw you in the lake if you don't stop treating me like I'm 6. Just because of your flashy ministry job."

  "Seriously Perce," Fred says, "whats up with him?"

 "I can't discuss-"

"We're your brothers!" George says.

"You can trust us," Fred says, "and this girl here is your future sister in law."

"As if," I say looking at them.

"Still I can't," Percy says. I sigh and wave to him.

"Fine," I say, "good luck Percy." He nods and I slither back through the crowd to meet Draco. 

"Any news?" Draco asks.

"He won't budge," I say.

"Well, all our champions are ready for the second task, which will start on my whistle. They have precisely an hour to recover what has been taken from them. On the count of three, then. One... Two... Three!" Ludo announces. I see Harry swallow the gillyweed then fall off his platform.

"Harry!" I scream in attempt to move towards the edge, only for Draco to be holding me back.

"Oh, my God. l've killed Harry Potter!" Neville exclaims. I clutch Draco's hands tightly digging my nails into his hands as I watch for some sign of Harry. A quick flash of his hair as he jumps out of the water calm me down. As people cheer.

"Thank god," I sigh in relief. I look around me not seeing Hermione or Ron... I didn't see them at breakfast either. Or at all since last night. "Neville!" I call out to him. He looks back and I wave, "Have you seen Ron or Hermione?"

 "Not since yesterday," He says. I nod and thank him as I look back to Draco.

"Missing Weaselbee and Mudblo- Granger?" Draco asks recovering quickly. I nod quickly and he sighs. "Something was taken, maybe that meant people. Word is that Cho is missing too."

"What?" I ask. 

"I wouldn't put it past them," Draco says. 

"Well damn," I say to him, "I assume Harry's is Ron, and Krum's is Hermione, Cedric is Cho's."

"Sounds about right," Draco says. I watch as Fleur swims to one of the towers quickly freaking out. Madam Maxine pulls her up and she's screaming.

 "The Beauxbatons champion, Miss Delacour has unfortunately been forced to retire so she will take no further part in this task," Ludo announces.

"No! Let me get her! Please!" Fleur yells. 

"So are they going to leave her sister to die?" I ask ready to dive in myself.

"They wouldn't put an innocent person in danger," Draco says, "so calm down you wanna be Gryffindor, she's fine."

"No!" Fleur screams loudly. I sigh and look back out at the water. After a while Cedric came to the surface with Cho, he was met with loud cheering, then Krum with Hermione. Still Harry was no where to be seen. Fleur was still desperately screaming. Finally Ron and a small blonde girl emerge from the water.

"Where's Harry?" I ask slightly panicking. Fred who as next to Draco and I pulls me closer to him and George allowing me to step on the railing by them. 

"Look!" He says as he points to the bubbling water and Ron and the small girl make it to the shore. Harry jumps from the water and lands down on the champions platform. 

"YES HARRY!" I cheer loudly. I high five the Weasley's around me and pull Ginny into a hug. Then turn to Draco and do the same. 

 "Fleur Delacour, though she demonstrated excellent use of the Bubble-Head Charm, was attacked by grindylows as she approached her goal, and failed to retrieve her hostage. We award her twenty-five points," Ludo announces we clap politely, "Cedric Diggory, who also used the Bubble-Head Charm, was first to return with his hostage, though he returned one minute outside the time limit of an hour. " Enormous cheers from the Hufflepuffs fill the crowd as we clap, "We therefore award him forty-seven points. Viktor Krum used an incomplete form of Transfiguration, which was nevertheless effective, and was second to return with his hostage. We award him forty points. Harry Potter used gillyweed to great effect, He returned last, and well outside the time limit of an hour. However, the Merchieftainess informs us that Mr. Potter was first to reach the hostages, and that the delay in his return was due to his determination to return all hostages to safety, not merely his own. Most of the judges,  feel that this shows moral fiber and merits full marks. However... Mr. Potter's score is forty-five points."

 "Second place!" I cheer with them, "he did it!"

"Krum's shark thing should have won," Draco huffs.

"How much money did you bet to Blasie?" I ask him.

"45 galleons," Blasie says as he hold out his hand.

"Well I don't have it on me!" Draco exclaims, "but you'll get it....  Let's go."

"So you can pout?" I tease. He grabs my hand and leads me through the crowds to the boats and piles into one with me, and his goons. As we paddle to the shore I take the opportunity to scoop a handful of water and toss it at him. 

"Cultven!" He yells as it lands on him. I chuckle and do it again. Causing him to use his hand to cover me with water.

"Draco!" I squeal, "thats cheating."

"I wasn't informed of any rules," He says slyly. I lean my head on his shoulder and laugh.

"Dork," I chuckle as he wraps his arms around me. It felt amazing just to be here with him. Together and happy. No dark wizards or murderous rats. 

*****

  "He hasn't come back to Hogsmeade?" says Ron incredulously, we were on our way to potions, and discussing Sirius's return; 

"It looks like it, doesn't it?" Hermione says.

 "I can't believe him, " Harry says tensely, "if he's caught... "

"Made it so far, though, hasn't he?" Ron says, "And it's not like the place is swarming with dementors anymore. The usual Slytherin gaggle was standing by the door again. 

"There they are, there they are!" Pansy giggles, "You might find something to interest you in there, Granger!" Pansy tosses the magazine at Hermione, I look over at the article. A picture of Hermione was on the cover. Snape ushers us into class and I take the seat by Draco. Who had another copy of the article. I flood it to allow me to read without getting caught. 

 Harry Potter's Secret Heartache

A boy like no other, perhaps--yet a boy suffering all the usual pangs of adolescence.  Deprived of love since the tragic demise of his parents, fourteen-year-old Harry Potter thought he had found solace in his steady girlfriend at Hogwarts, Muggle-born Hermione Granger. Little did he know that he would shortly be suffering yet another emotional blow in a life already littered with personal loss. Miss Granger, a plain but ambitious girl, seems to have a taste for famous wizards that Harry alone cannot satisfy. Since the arrival at Hogwarts of Viktor Krum, Bulgarian Seeker and hero of the last World Quidditch Cup, Miss Granger has been toying with both boys' affections. Krum, who is openly smitten with the devious Miss Granger, has already invited her to visit him in Bulgaria over the summer holidays, and insists that he has "never felt this way about any other girl." However, it might not be Miss Granger's doubtful natural charms that have captured these unfortunate boys' interest. "She's really ugly, " says Pansy Parkinson, a pretty and vivacious fourth-year student, "but she'd be well up to making a Love Potion, she's quite brainy. I think that's how she's doing it. "Love Potions are, of course, banned at Hogwarts, and no doubt Albus Dumbledore will want to investigate these claims. In the meantime, Harry Potters well-wishers must hope that, next time, he bestows his heart on a worthier candidate. 

  I start to laugh to myself and Snape turns and glares at me. I stop and look over at Draco. "Pansy, 'pretty and vivacious? As if," I chuckle, "pug face paid Rita to complement her!"

  "Pansy is getting desperate," Draco sighs, "and she can't understand why I don't like her.... But you should be careful before the next article is about you."

 "Let her," I tell him, "I stuck up for my friends and I don't regret it."

 "I like that about you," Draco says, "but don't tell your Gryffindor I said that."

 "I wouldn't dream of it," I tell him.

"Fascinating though your social life undoubtedly is. Miss Granger, " Snape says causing Harry, Ron, and Hermione to jump, "I must ask you not to discuss it in my class. Ten points from Gryffindor. Ah... Reading magazines under the table as well? A further ten points from Gryffindor ... Oh but of course ... Potter has to keep up with his press cuttings... " I move my hand under the table to take Draco's and sigh as Snape starts to read off the article. Hermione's face redder than Ron's hair.

 "'... Harry Potter's well-wishers must hope that, next time, he bestows his heart upon a worthier candidate. ' How very touching, " sneers Snape, as the students around us laugh, "Well, I think I had better separate the three of you, so you can keep your minds on your potions rather than on your tangled love lives. Weasley, you stay here. Miss Granger, over there, beside Miss Parkinson. Potter--that table in front of my desk. Move. Now." I look back at my potion and start to place things inside the bubbling cauldron. I could see Snape and Harry bickering but I couldn't do anything to stop it. So I just continued to work.

  "Enter, " Snape says in his usual voice. The class looks around as the door opened. Professor Karkaroff comes in. Everyone watches him as he walks up toward Snape's desk. He was twisting his finger around his goatee and looking agitated. 

"We need to talk, " Karkaroff says abruptly when he had reached Snape. 

"I'll talk to you after my lesson, Karkaroff, " Snape mutters. 

"I want to talk now, while you can't slip off, Severus. You've been avoiding me. " Karkaroff says.

"After the lesson, " Snape snaps. 

*******

 "You know I love you right?" Draco asks me from the bottom of the steps as I walk down the from the girls dorms to the common room. I nod and chuckle. 

 "Yeah why?" I ask. He holds up the Daily Prophet.

 "I'm only showing you this so you know before people start harassing you okay," Draco says, behind him were his goons, besides them the common room was empty. 

 "How bad is it?" I ask them. 

 "Lets just say Rita has a theme when harassing 14 year old girls," Theodore says. I sigh and take the paper from Draco. Seeing a picture of me on the cover in between Fred and Draco.

 Y/n Cultven- A Girl Who Can't Be Satisfied By One

  Our famous Miss Y/n Cultven, known for her striking purple hair has stuck away from the action during her fourth year at Hogwarts, presumably from her adopted brothers recent death. Like Harry Potter she deals with the constant torture of her lost family, however this girl copes in a different sense. Switching and blowing through the boys at Hogwarts School Of Wizarding. The pureblood had been seen around with numerous amounts of boys. "She's been around," Fourth year Pansy said, "she's been dating Draco for a year yet has been going behind his back the whole time." Miss Cultven has been seen with all of the Weasley boys, Harry Potter, Cedric Diggory, and even Viktor Krum. As far as flirting with one of the Judges at the second task to get information out of him. "She was dancing with multiple boys at the Yule ball," Astoria Green a third year reported, "she spends more time flirting with her peers than learning." Maybe this is why her and Miss Hermione Granger are so close? They both plot to toy with the hearts of the boys of their school. "She's breaking their hearts," Pansy informed us, "using her fame to justify messing around." As the saying goes the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

 "Ahhhhhhhh!" I scream as I crumble the paper into a ball,  "I'm not messing around with anyone! Can I not have male friends!"  

  "Its going to be fine," Draco informs me.

 "Yeah its not like the Daily Prophet is the biggest wizard paper in Europe- oh wait it is," Blasie says sarcastically.

 "Great," I groan.