|| hermione/ fem reader ||
a slytherin like you can't possibly be entangled with a muggle-born.
Where loyalty is everything, you are given a crucial mission: lead Harry Potter to the Dark Lord, who has declared his return. As you navigate this dang...
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Y/N squeezed through the crowd, struggling to keep sight of Blaise and the others. The room buzzed with excitement as students bumped shoulders into each other for better views. The last time she's seen this amount of people in one room was when Professor Dumbledore announced the Triwizard Tournament.
From her view, she could see professors moving through the mass of students, assisting them to their seats or positioning themselves for a clear view of Dumbledore.
As the noises grew, her heart raced with each step. 'This is it', she thought, glancing at the excited faces. Her palms felt clammy as she rubbed them against her robes.
"Everyone find a seat,"Professor Dumbledore announced over the people.
Everyone managed to find a seat except Y/N, who was still trying to reach her friends.
Finally, Blaise patted the empty seat next to him, and Y/N gratefully accepted the offer, sliding into the seat as she mouthed a 'thank you'.
"Now the moment we've all been waiting for: the champion selection!" Professor Dumbledore declared, turning swiftly to gesture at the fire, slowly lowering the flames one by one to dim the room.
Dumbledore walked slowly toward the Goblet of Fire, gently touching it with grace before standing back.
The blue-hued fire erupted into a fierce, scorching red, crackling with its intense heat. From its roaring flames, a slip of paper shot out and caught by Dumbledore before the fire reverted to its original state.
Dumbledore glanced at the paper. "The Durmstrang champion is.. Viktor Krum!" He shouted.
Y/N watched Krum from across the room raising his fist in triumph, surrounded by his classmates who patted his back and offered congratulations. The room abruptly applauded, joining in celebration.
Krum had a smug smile as he shook Dumbledore's hand. The similar smile brought up a memory of her interaction with Krum when he mentioned his interest with Hermione. But she quickly shook away the thought.
"Well done, boy," Professor Dumbledore said. He then directed Krum to a spot where he would wait.
The pit of fire turned to red once more, spitting out a piece of paper for Dumbledore to catch. "The champion for Beauxbatons is..Fleur Delacour!"
Y/N's gaze fell on a girl with silvery-blonde hair and soft, endearing blue eyes. She's heard others say that the girl's delicate features had a way of capturing everyone's attention. They were not wrong.
Fleur stood from her seat, who gave a warm smile to everyone before approaching Professor Dumbledore to shake his hand.
"Are you okay?" Blaise asked.
Y/N could sense Blaise looking at her fidgeting fingers, causing her to immediately tuck them beneath her seat. "Yes."
Blaise furrowed his eyebrows, but he didn't have time to voice his thoughts as another name was called.
