Along Came Trouble | Book 2

Chapter 7: Not Impressed

"Riley, wake up! Breakfast's ready!" Someone urged me.

I opened my eyes, to see my bushy haired best friend standing before me.

"Hermione!" I sat up, engulfing her in a hug. She laughed, and hugged me back.

"Harry says you two are friends again. He likes you!"

I felt my face go red, and pulled away, hitting her arm. "You wish he did, so you could have something to tease me about."

She rolled her eyes at me. "Oh, just get up, and dressed!"

I untangled myself from the warm sheets, and got up. Ginny was already in the shower. So, until she got out, I got my outfit ready.

I decided that a pair of denim shorts, and a red t-shirt. Bulgaria spirit, right?

"Riley, you better get to the shower before the boys do." Ginny said, walking in.

I nodded, and grabbed my outfit. Luckily, when I ran to the bathroom, it was empty.

I jumped into the shower, washed my hair and body, then, jumped out to get dressed. From downstairs, I could smell Mrs. Weasley's delicious foods cooking for us. It made my stomach growl just thinking of her waffles.

So, I quickly made my way down to the kitchen, and plopped down at the table beside Hermione.

As I began to eat, everyone else began coming down and sitting as well. Like me, they were all tired, and groggy. Nobody talked to each other, or even looked up from their plates. Most of us ate hardly anything.

"Okay, everyone ready?" Mr. Weasley chirped, as he finally came into the kitchen. We all mumbled our 'yes' and followed him out the door.

I was kind of hoping for a nice ride in the fancy Ford Anglia, which just so happened to fly. But, no. Instead, we were walking through the woods.

Hermione and Ginny walked on either side of me. "Who are you rooting for, Riley?" Ginny asked.

"Take a look at my shirt." I replied, grinning.

"Fred and George are all about the Irish. I'm worried that they'll win. Usually, they get so many points, that even when Krum gets the Snitch, they still lose."

"Let's not be negative. We're here for the fun, right?" Hermione butt in.

We sighed, and were quiet after that. Suddenly, we heard a hearty voice boom out. "Arthur! It's about time, lad!"

"Sorry, Amos," Mr. Weasley told him. "Some of us had a bit of a sleepy start." He glanced back at Harry and Ron, who had been lagging behind the entire time, the bums.

Then, a tall boy, with a handsome face, and scruffy hair jumped down from a tree. "And this strapping young lad must be Cedric."

Hermione and Ginny both grinned, their faces going slightly pink. He was cute, but, I'm not in the mood for drama with boys at the moment.

We continued walking, the girls squealing quietly about Cedric. I didn't really care much for him. Soon, we arrived in a huge opening, on a hill. Upon that hill, sat a ragged boot.

Everyone circled around it as if it were some sort of ritual. "Why are we standing around that manky old boot?" Harry asked the twins.

"That's not just any manky old boot, mate,"

"It's a Portkey." They replied.

"What's a Portkey?" He whispered to me.

"No idea."

We headed over towards the boot, where everyone else was. I grabbed onto it, like all the others. Harry didn't seem to get the memo, and sort of just sat there. I grabbed his hand, and smacked it onto the boot, before there was a tug in my gut.

I felt myself spinning like crazy, until Mr. Weasley shouted out, "Let go, kids!"

"WHAT?!" Hermione shrieked.

"LET GO!"

We did so, hoping that we wouldn't fall to our deaths. But, something grabbed me around the waist, catching my fall. I looked up, and saw Cedric. He gave me a white smile, making me look down, and blush.

Finally, the others came into view, as we gracefully drifted towards them. My eyes landed on Harry, who was sitting up, rubbing the back of his head. He looked up, and saw Cedric holding me, which made a jealous look appear on his face.

Once we landed, the others pulled themselves to their feet. "Um, Cedric, you can put me down now." I said awkwardly.

"Oh, right, sorry about that." He placed me gently back on my feet, and I jogged over to Harry. I offered a hand, and he took it, letting me pull him to his feet. "Thanks,"

I nodded, and ran with him to catch up with the others. Soon, we finally showed up at the camp where we were staying until the match began. Seeing the huge sea of people we had to push through before we got to our tent, I knew I was going to have a blast. Ugh.

-----------------------------

I must say, I'm not impressed with the match. Bulgaria lost, and Fred and George would not get off my back about it.

Right now, the two of them are making an annoying tune with their mouths, and skipping around like morons. Their faces were painted green and white, and they wore capes of the same colors. Meanwhile, Ron was standing on the coffee table, gushing over Viktor Krum.

"There's no one like Krum," He beamed.

"Krum?" Fred asked.

"Dumb Krum!" George teased, throwing a cape over him. Then, they both began stomping around, and chanting Krum's name in deep voices.

"He's like a bird the way he rides the wind." Ron went on.

"I think you're in love, Ron." I taunted, walking up beside Harry, who laughed.

"Viktor, I love you!" The twins sang.

"Viktor, I do!" I went on.

"When we're apart, my heart beats only for you!" Everyone boomed, making his ears go red.

We all began laughing, while he began beating Fred with a pillow.

"Stop! Stop it! We need to get out of here, now!" Mr. Weasley exclaimed, grabbing Ginny's arm. From outside, I heard a loud crash, and many screams. The tent was filled with the smell of smoke.

We all ran outside, only to see tents ablaze, and people running everywhere.

"Get back to the Portkey, everyone, and STICK TOGETHER!" Mr. Weasley instructed.

Hermione latched onto Harry's arm, whimpering fearfully. "Well?! Let's go!" I shouted at them. I grabbed Harry's free arm, and ran in the direction of where our Portkey was.

People pushed us this way and that, separating us from Ron and Hermione. Suddenly, someone shoved past us roughly, knocking Harry over. He hit the ground pretty hard, making me kneel down to see if he was okay.

"Harry?"

He lifted his head, just enough for me to see a small scratch on his face. I tried to help him up, but, felt a hard impact on the back of my head.

Then, my vision went black.