Gryffindor boy - Ron Weasley x male oc

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Harry and Hermione walk on a wooden bridge, talking with each other about the golden egg.

"Harry! You told me you'd riddled that egg out weeks ago! The task is two days from now!" Hermione exclaimed, looking at Harry.

"Really! I had no idea!" Harry said, voice filled with sarcasm, gaining the attention of some people. Harry lowers his voice, embarrassed. "I suppose Viktor's figured it out."

"I wouldn't know. We don't talk about the Tournament. Actually, we don't really talk at all. Viktor's more of a physical being. I mean, he's not particularly loquacious. Mostly he watches me study. But annoying actually." Hermione said, glancing at Harry, studying him, as if debating some troubling notion. "Harry. You are trying to riddle out the egg, aren't you?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Harry asked.

"I just mean, these tasks-- they're designed to test you, Harry, in the most brutal way... They're almost cruel and, well, I'm... scared for you, Harry. You got by the dragons mostly on nerve. I'm not sure that's going to be enough this time." Hermione said as an awkward silence fall over them, then a voice break through the awkward silence.

"Hey, Harry!" Cedric called out, separating from Cho and begins to trot over.

Hermione gives Harry one last look and walks off.

"How are you?" Cedric asked.

"Spectacular." Harry answered.

"Look, Harry... I realize I never really thanked you properly for tipping me off about those dragons." Cedric said.

"Forget it. I'm sure you'd have done the same--"

"Exactly." Cedric said, taking Harry's arm and stopping him from walking away making him turn to Cedric. "You know the Prefects' bathroom on the Fifth Floor?" He asked, and Harry nods. "It's not a bad place for a bath."

Harry looks at him oddly, but Cedric just nods, releases his arm and dashes back to Cho.

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"The egg was singing to you, Harry. Mersong. I'm sure of it. Now tell me again what you heard." Hermione said, sitting at a table in the library, late at night, piled high with spellbooks and the golden egg.

"Come seek us where our voices sound..." Harry said.

"That's the Black Lake. Obvious." Hermione said, turning her head to Harper when she heard a thumping sound and saw Harper head on the table, sleeping probably.

Ron softly picks Harper's head up and place it against his shoulder, fixing his head so he could be comfortable and turn his attention to Harry and Hermione.

"An hour long you'll have to look..." Harry said.

"Again. Obvious. Though, admittedly, potentially problematic." Hermione said.

"Potentially problematic? I don't know about you, Hermione, but last time I checked I couldn't hold my breath for an hour!" Harry exclaimed.

"I had an uncle who could stick his head in a pickle jar. Ears and all." Ron said, looking at Harper when he let out a small sigh. "Right. Not helpful." He said, letting Harper bury his face inside his neck.

"Look, Harry. We can do this. The four of us can figure it out. We've just got to keep look--" Hermione was cut off by Lucius who picked up the golden egg.

"Hate to break up the skull session, but Professor McGonagall's asked to see you in her office." Lucius said, looking at the sleepy Harper who rubs his eyes to remove the sleep from his mind.

"Now, Lucius?" Harper asked, looking up at the blond who nodded.

"Straight away." Lucius said, stopping them all from standing up. "Not you, Potter and Weasley. Just Miss Granger."

Harry frowns, watching her go nervously.

Lucius turns back to the trio. "Perhaps you could help Potter and Weasley put back his books, Mr. Longbottom." He said, walking away without another words.

Harry turns and finds Neville standing two feet away with Marcus.

"You know, if you really like plants, you'd be better off with Gawshawk's Guide to Herbology. Or this one. It tells you how Mandrakes were first bred." Neville said as Marcus looks at him with an amused expression.

"Thanks, Neville, but--"

"Or you like flying, don't you! Do you know there's a wizard in Nepal growing gravity-resistant trees? The implications for racing brooms are absolutely amazing--"

"Neville! I don't care about Mandrakes! I don't care about gravity-resistant trees! I don't care about plants period unless there's a Tibetan turnip that will allow me to breathe underwater for an hour! Okay!" Harry exclaimed, dropping down in his chair, puts his palms to his eyes.

"Harry?" Neville said after a minute of silence.

"What?" Harry asked.

"I don't know about a turnip. But you could always use Gillyweed." Neville said.

Slowly, Harry drops his hand from his eyes to look at Neville.