𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 - 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞

I. chapter sixteen

March 14th

"Snape said something about a maze," Harry stomped into the common room, slamming a book down on the table.

"Calm down, mate," Ron babbled, "You're as frantic as Hermione when she wakes up every morning."

"What kind of maze?" Rosalyn wondered aloud, flipping through the pages of her potions textbook whilst scribbling notes into the margins.

"A dangerous one," Hermione shuddered, shaking her head as she stood with determination. Everyone followed in her wake, Ginny and Rosalyn last as they trailed down towards The Great Hall for breakfast.

Rosalyn placed a pumpkin pasty on her plate then Ginny's, giving Draco a small wave across the room. She watched as he strutted over to gryffindor table, walking behind her at a dangerously slow pace.

People from other houses stared.

"Can I have the potions homework?" It was a quiet plead, barely a whisper as the others around them at the table continued on in conversation, as if they weren't even there.

"Why didn't you ask me last night?"

"I thought you were busy," he took her hand before she could smack him over the head.

Harry rolled his eyes.

"Was not."

"Was too."

"I'm gonna bloody kill you-"

"Please?" He begged, eyes tempting. She knew he never said please unless it was of utmost importance.

"You should've come to me earlier," she sympathized, tilting her head, "You still have three hours to finish it. Just do it now."

"Can you help me?"

"You are so infuriating," she gave up, stuffing the last of her pasty in her mouth before standing with her bag, smacking him over the head as he released her hand.

"You keep doing that, you're gonna regret it-"

"I know," she smiled, grabbing his arm, and dragged him out of the hall.

They entered their moon carved courtyard and sat down on the ground, slightly warmed by morning sun.

"Instead of just giving you the homework, I'd rather teach you the homework," Rosalyn rolled her eyes as she took out her textbook, watching as he unrolled his scroll.

"Lovely."

"It'll help you, I promise," she flipped the book open to the draught of peace potion, pointing to the first question on his paper, "Name the ingredients in a draught of peace potion...."

She glanced over his answers with confusion.

"All of those are correct, Draco. did you actually need my help on something?"

"I can't remember the second one, what color it turns when the potion is finished. I put blue, but if it's not specific, Snape will take points off."

Rosalyn scoffed, looking between his paper and his face, "That is the simplest question I have ever heard, this was just to get me alone with you-"

"So what is it, Rosalyn?" he leaned in closer as though she were going to whisper the answer, a sly smirk painted across his face.

"Turquoise, you dimwit," she muttered as he placed a kiss to her lips, unable to halt her giggling as he pressed her down into the floor.

"Thank you," he nodded, scribbling the answer down into the blank he'd left.

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March 15th

Hermione, Ginny and Rosalyn slept in until ten that morning. Classes were dismissed due to the championship that day, so the students could use the morning to themselves.

"Quidditch pitch?" Ginny wrung out her hair with a towel, tossing it carelessly onto the rack.

"Sure, want to come and watch Mione?" Rosalyn began to change into her quidditch gear, watching as Ginny tied her hair into a braid.

"I supposed a minute away from helping Harry would be alright," Hermione mumbled, following the girls out the door as they skipped down to the quidditch pitch in joy.

Quidditch had been canceled that season due to the Tri Wizard Championship, so the girls always jumped at a free opportunity to play.

Hermione sat in the stands with a book as the girls grabbed their broomsticks from the gryffindor cupboard.

"Ready?" Ginny questioned, Rosalyn hovering in the air before tightening her gloves with her teeth.

"Alright, send em' at me," she yelled, and Ginny chucked the first bludger into the air.

She sped through the air, the bludger rocketing straight towards her shoulder, and she struck it away into the clouds.

"Nice hit!" Ginny yelled from the ground, throwing a second into the air, doubling the challenge.

After ten minutes of practice she coaxed them downwards, and buckled them back into the box.

"Your turn," Rosalyn yelled, soaring up to the goal post as Ginny boarded her broom, quaffle tucked beneath her shoulder.

Her movements were swift and agile as she flew from the other side of the field, throwing the quaffed towards the main goal post with full force.

Rosalyn swatted it away with her hand, nearly slipping off of her broom.

"Almost got me there," she tossed the quaffle back to Ginny, "Two more."

"Guys, we have to go!" Hermione shouted from the stands, and they flew downwards, landing softly on the grass. Ginny and Rosalyn changed in the girls locker room wearing jeans and their quidditch sweaters, and they were off to the final task of the championship.

The three girls took their seats next to Ron and the twins, Fred by Rosalyn's side as music began to play.

Rosalyn watched keenly as Dumbledore spoke to the four champions in the center of the circle, a stern look upon his old features.

"That thing is huge!" Ron complained, shaking his head, "It's going to take hours before somebody wins."

"They should've held this during warmer weather," Ginny exclaimed through chattering teeth whilst Rosalyn pulled her knit gloves further up her wrists.

Hermione took out her wand and murmured a spell beneath her breath, the stadium-goers letting out a sigh of relief as the air went warm.

"You're welcome," she exclaimed with a roll of her eyes, releasing her gryffindor scarf from around her neck.

"Champions! Prepare yourselves," Dumbledore announced loudly, and the once quiet stands erupted in cheers. A canon shot through the air, and Harry and the others entered the never ending maze.

Rosalyn felt on edge.

As though something would go inevitably wrong.