The Brown-Eyed Boy

Five (at Hogwarts)

After an hour, we had settled in our dorms.
"Hey, there's talk that Dumbledore has an announcement to make when we go to the Great Hall," Fred randomly stated.
"What announcement?" I asked.
He shrugged. "I don't know. But it's supposed to be important."
"Shall we start heading there now then?" George asked.
"Yeah, we probably should if it's important," I answered, getting one of my bags. I pulled out my wand and put it in the pocket of my school robes. "You never know when you need it."
George and Fred laughed, getting up. I stood beside George and he smiled at me. Together, we all headed out towards the Great Hall. Behind us, I could hear a familiar voice echoing my name several times.
"Y/n! Y/n!"
I turned around and spotted Cedric. "Cedric?"
"Hey," he replied.
I stood there, silently, unsure what to do. Rather than speaking, I turned on my heels and entered the Great Hall. I didn't want to talk to him anyways: it made George seem jealous and I didn't want him to think I liked Cedric. After all, I liked him. I found a space to sit at the Gryffindor table.
"Hey, I saw Cedric talking to you, good looking guy he is," Harry laughed as I sat down.
"Mhm," I barely spoke.
George and Fred sat either side of me. Hermione was by Harry, as well as Ron.
"Today we have a very big announcement!" Dumbledore bellowed. "Today, Hogwarts will not only be your home for the year, but home to two other schools as well, for this year, Hogwarts has been chosen to host the Triwizard Tournament!"
I gasped. "Everyone that has won that tournament has earned eternal glory."
"Wicked!" Fred and George said in sync.
I shook my head and laughed.
"First, I would like to welcome the Lovely Ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy Of Magic!" Dumbledore Announced.
A group of beautiful girls in blue gowns came running in gracefully. They gasped as they lent towards a group of boys, and again as they leant towards Ron.
"Bloody hell," Ron smiled.
A swarm of blue butterflies fluttered from around them, and one by one, they went to sit down. Soon after, a very tall woman came inside and headed towards the front table.
"Wow, that's one big woman," Seamus joked.
"Next, the members of the Durmstrang Institute!" Dumbledore shouted.
A group of boys ran in and started to do old tricks, like blow fire and front flips. Hermione watched closely, as well as Ginny, in complete shock. They probably liked them. The boys began to speed up to the front and go to their seats. At the back, there was one more boy: Viktor Krum. He was the famous Quidditch player we saw at the game. He was here.
"Oh my god, that's Viktor Krum," Ron said to Seamus in a high-pitched voice.
"Ron, he isn't here for you," I laughed.
"Shut up, y/n," Ron spoke.
"Hey, don't talk to her like that," George sternly said.
Ron turned away and continued to go crazy about Viktor Krum. Dumbledore began to talk again, explaining how there was going to be a massive tournament this year. I leant over the table towards Ron. "Still fangirling over Viktor Krum?"
"Shut up," he said again.
"Yeah, y/n, he's only like the best Quidditch player ever," Seamus scowled, protecting Ron.
"Oh please, you're still going crazier than the average fan," George stuck up for me.
"And anyways, don't tell y/n to shut up," Fred chimed in.
I laughed to myself and sat back down in my seat. Noticing Filch start to uncover something, I tapped George to silently tell him to stop glaring at Ron and look at what was actually happening. However, rather than look at Filch, he looked down at me, his long ginger hair falling in front of his deep brown eyes. "Look at Filch," I whispered.
I watched him flick his hair to the side as he looked towards the front of the hall. Filch pulled off a massive grey cloth that was protecting a shape of some sort. Dumbledore walked towards the golden statue at the front of the room, and opened it, revealing a goblet with a bright blue flame sparking out of it. He began to talk about some other things before Barty Crouch (a Ministry member) told us about the agreed rule. "To enter this tournament, you must put your name in the fire, however, you must be over the age of 17 to enter, that has been decided!"
"That's rubbish!" Fred and George yelled together. "That's rubbish, you don't know what you're doing!"
I kind of felt bad for them, as they were 16 and so excited about the tournament, but I was glad they wouldn't get hurt. There were more murmurs of disappointment spreading through the hall like a forest fire.
"Silence!" Dumbledore shouted at the top of his lungs, making me jump and my heart race.
"It's okay, love," George laughed, pulling me closer to him.
He had his arm around me, and in that moment there was a sense of safety, like no one could touch me or even hurt me because I was in his embrace. There was a sense of belonging, as if I was meant to be like this, with him. Either way, I longed for this moment to last forever. Until, I felt something thrown at the back of my head. I yelped quietly in pain, and winced, rubbing the back of my head as I turned behind me. Malfoy.
"What do you what, Malfoy?" I whispered.
"Why are you hanging out with Weaslebee?" He asked, staring dangerously at George.
"Why do you care?"
"I don't, but they are blood traitors. You never would believe they are pure bloods, and as for you. You never talk about your family, probably because you're a filthy mudblood, like Granger," he laughed with his friends.
I turned around a picked up the apple he had clearly thrown at the back of my head. "You want this thrown at your face?"
"Aww, is someone annoyed," he flirtingly teased, making anger bubble up inside me.
George hadn't noticed what was going on, yet. "I am a pure blood," I said, throwing the apple directly at his nose.
"Hey, watch it, or I'm gonna have to make you pay for that."
"No, I don't think I will."
"You're a disgrace to pure bloods, Lupin," he scowled.
"My name is y/n."
"Y/n Lupin, don't think I already know."
"Then why call me a filthy mudblood, when my mum is Nymphadora Tonks?"
"Ugh, a Hufflepuff," he scoffed. "Wait til my father hears about you, you disgrace."
I felt tears sting at my eyes, so I decided to give up. Turning around, a few tears dropped down my face and I leant on the table.
"Do not think you can get past and enter if you are below 17," Dumbledore continued, particularly looking at the twins. "There will be something there to stop you."
"Hey, y/n," Harry whispered. "Are you okay?"
I ignored him, and waited for Dumbledore to announce we could leave. As soon as he did, I got up and walked out of the Hall to the Common Room, George and Fred a few paces behind.