Out of my League

Chapter Thirteen

I wake up in a sweat in the middle of the night. I check the clock beside my bed, it's 2:47 a.m. I'm breathing heavily as if I had just ran a marathon. I feel mostly confused, as I can't remember why I've woken up so suddenly.

Thunder crashes loudly outside the window startling me into sitting up. There's been a wicked storm going on since dinner time and it doesn't look like it's stoping anytime soon.

Now I vaguely remember the dream I was having. It was more of a nightmare actually, it was about the first task and the dragons and everything. Only Harry didn't get the golden egg, he was about to die. And then that's when it ended.

Oh this is not a good sign. I can't help but have a mini heart attack at the realization that I'm now dreaming about Harry. At least it wasn't anything weird, he was dying for Merlin's sake. That could really mean nothing at all and have nothing to do with him. Or at least that what I'll tell myself until I truly believe it.

My mouth feels dry and my thirst is getting the best of me, so I quietly pull the covers off of myself since Hermione's still sound asleep and creep out of our dorm.

I'll just go to the bathroom and get some water from the sink since I'm too exhausted to go all the way too the kitchen.

As I tip toe past the stairway I can see the light of the fireplace reflecting on the wall, the warmth is so appealing. I figure it can't hurt to go and sit by the fire for a few minutes.

The common room is silent, I rarely see it so peaceful. I take a seat in the armchair closest to the fire so I can soak up all of the warmth that it has to offer before having to go back to bed.

"What are you doing?" Harry asks groggily as he rubs his eyes while coming down the boys staircase.

"I could ask the same to you." I respond, my voice cracking with each word.

"Well I er can't sleep that well and it's nice to come down here sometimes." He admits while moving a throw pillow out of the way to make room for him on the armchair across from me.

"Oh, well I had a bad dream that's keeping me up." I want to slap myself repeatedly after saying that. Why, why would I tell him that?

"I have a lot of nightmares. I don't think I'm supposed to tell you but who cares, I'll tell you anyways, they're about Voldemort." He says while placing his elbow in the arm of the chair and resting his cheek on his fist.

"Really? What are they like." Suddenly I'm interested by what he has to say.

"It's hard to explain and it's also a little embarrassing so I'd rather not." He says while breaking our eye contact.

I figure that they are pretty terrifying. Especially if they're about Voldemort and other traumatic experiences in his life. So I understand why he wouldn't want to tell me.

"That's ok." I reassure him.

I swear I could see him flash me a small smiles but there's no reason for him to do that so I'm a little bit torn.

The silence is getting agonizing so I start a conversation about the most generic thing I could think of.

"Are you nervous for the next task?" I ask.

He laughs to himself "Nervous? I don't even know what the task is." He admits. "But yes, I'm scared out of my mind." He increases the seriousness in his voice.

"Well I'm not supposed to tell you this either but Cedric told me how to get your stupid egg to work." I inform him, he looks intrigued.

"Go on." He urges.

"You go to the prefects bathroom and stick it in the water." I say while playing with the string in my sweatshirt.

"Ok." He jumps up.

"Well you aren't going now are you?" I ask.

"I've got nothing better to do." He says while heading for the stairs "Stay here I'll be right back, you are coming right?" He asks.

I can't turn him down but not for my usual reason of wanting an adventure. I just generally want to go with him.

I nod my head and he races up the stairs as if I'm timing him.

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The room is filled with an obnoxious amount of bubbles. The clouds of steam from the hot water are making my skin sticky and uncomfortable.

"So I just go in there with the egg?" Harry asks one more time.

"I guess, I mean I wasn't there when Ced did it. He only told me about it." I shrug.

I don't know why it catches me so off guard when Harry pulls at his T-shirt but it does. I quickly turn away because watching him would be inappropriate and I'd feel guilty or dirty or he would think I'm weird or something.

"You can look now." He says.

I cautiously turn back towards him and am relieved when I see only his head and part of his shoulders sticking out of the water.

He takes the egg off of the ledge and holds it under the water then looks at me for what to do, I just shrug again.

"Hello Harrrryyy." A familiarly whiny voice says. Ugh Moaning Murtle.

"Oh uh hi." Harry stutters.

The ghost girl flies around the room then lands herself next to Harry in the tub. The awkwardness only escalates more by the second.

"Oh who's the friend?" Murtle asks while giving me a ghastly look.

"That's Kennedy." Harry answers carelessly "But we've got important work to get done so we can't stay and chat for long." He adds.

"I see you've got your egg." Murtle says while inching closer to him. He is clearly uncomfortable and wants to get as far away from that tub as possible.

"Murtle, I heard there was a girl in the bathroom on the first floor of the castle asking for you. She said that she enjoyed your company." I lie. I just need to get rid of her.

Her face lights up and she quickly forces herself through the floor of the bathroom.

But I realize I may have created a new problem, what am I expected to do while Harry figures out this egg of his? It's not like I can just jump in there with him. I shouldn't have come, I've really set myself up for embarrassment.

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