The Boy Who Fought: OC X Hermione

Wand Weighing Ceremony

Carson and Harry walked into an unused classroom, and a bright light went off in their faces with a flash.

"Well now, aren't we a charismatic quintet?" Reporter Rita Skeeter said, observing all five of them. Krum just glared at her, as Fleur started a conversation with Cedric, leaving Carson and Harry to talk with each other.

"Who's that?" Harry asked, looking in the direction of the reporter.

"That's Rita Skeeter, she writes for the daily prophet, although none of the things she write's are true. She'll probably make up some ridiculous lies about us." Carson said, glaring at the reporter.

"Hello everyone, I'm Rita Skeeter, but you know that. It's you we don't know. What quirks lurk beneath the rosy cheeks? What mysteries do the muscles mask? Does courage lie beneath the curls? In short, what makes a champion tick. Me, myself, and I want to know. As well as my rabid readers. So, who's feeling up to it? Let's start with the youngest hm?" Rita said, grabbing Carson's arm.

"I'm not the youngest! Harry is!" Carson said, but he was pulled into a broom closet and was too late.

"Ah! This is nice and cozy." Rita said, getting out her parchment and quill.

"It's a broom closet." Carson said bluntly.

"Do you mind if I use quick quotes quill?" Rita asked, not really caring about his input.

"Yes, I'd like it if you didn't lie in your article." Carson responded, already done with Rita.

"Tell me Carson, you sit here, a boy at the age of twelve.." Rita started, being cut off by Carson.

"I'm fourteen."

"...about to compete against three students not only vastly more emotionally mature than yourself, but have uttered spell's you wouldn't attempt in your dizziest daydreams? Concerned?"

"I dunno...I haven't really sorted it all out yet, considering my name came out of a goblet I did not put it into!" Carson said, looking at the quill.

"Ignore the quill dear boy. Of course, you're no ordinary boy of twelve are you?"

"I'm fourteen."

"Your Carson Marshall from a deemed blood traitor family with no respect from the other wizarding world purebloods. But why does that make you so keen on entering the tournament?"

"I didn't enter! I don't know how my name got in there!"

"Of course, you didn't enter dear." Rita said, winking at Carson who glared at her.

"Everyone loves a rebel Carson."

Carson just sit's there, shocked at what just happened, as the quill keeps writing even though he's not talking. He looks over to the parchment.

"Hey! I'm not desperate to prove myself different from my parents!" Carson shouted, having enough, and leaving the room.

"How was it?" Harry asked, nervous for his turn.

"Awful. I want to murder her." Carson said through gritted teeth.

"Oh boy. I'm in trouble." Harry muttered, as Skeeter called for him next.

The wand weighing was normal, Rita being kicked out by Dumbledore and Carson's wand being in perfect condition. He had also found out Ron was right, Fleur was a veela, but only part veela. Her grandmother was full veela. Krum started warming up to Carson, and they talked about Quidditch, since he had seen the world cup. Krum was surprised to hear he was gifted the Firebolt last year from a family member.

The Gryffindor boys left, making their way to lunch, and meeting up with Hermione.

"How was it?" She asked after she pecked Carson's lips and they connected hands.

"Dead awful. We met Rita Skeeter. That clown." Carson said, remembering what she had wrote about him.

"Is Ron still mad?" Harry asked, seeing Ron with Dean and Seamus.

"Kind of." Fred piped in.

"He's jealous, anyone can see it." George continued. Ginny nodded, and kept eye contact with Harry the entire time.

"Well, he wont be jealous when we both die out there! Ow Hermione that hurt!" Carson complained, as Hermione punched his arm to get him to stop talking.

"Don't say that! You promised to make it out alive!" Hermione said, tears starting to well in her eyes.

"Sorry Hermione. I will, I promise I will." Carson said, brining the bushy haired girl into a hug. The entire lunch, the two never broke their hug.