Madison Potter and the Goblet of Fire

Chapter 14: Rita Skeeter and the Labour of Painting Sets

Okay I'm so sorry about the lack of updating. It's just... School, and all that poop. Anyway, this is dedicated to...

Drum roll please......

BabyClowine7.

There's a bunch of inside jokes in here, so....

To the story!!!

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It seemed that Rita Skeeter had somehow gotten information off of Hagrid some how. How, I'm not exactly sure. But it sure has made people curious.

The funny thing was, though, that Hagrid had never told her that he was what he was...

A half-giant.

It's pretty sad that Harry and Ron found this as a surprise. I really, really worry about hem most of the time, but this was one of those times where I'm like:

You idiots.

So, like, all the time, basically.

"Well, it's not exactly a surprise, now is it?" Hermione said to us in the common room one night.

"I mean you have to be pretty thick headed to not see that, boys." I scolded them, and shook my head in disappointment.

It caused the to laugh which was probably good.

"But Hagrids a half-giant- I mean, it's pretty obvious..."

"How?" Ron asked Hermione, dumbly.

I face palmed. "He's like, uh, hello- half the size of a actuall mountain giant!"

"Oh....." Harry and Ron said in sync.

"You two really, really worry me sometimes....like, it's not even..."

"Not even what?" My twin asked me.

"It must be genetic... Never mind..." I sighed.

"Anyway," I began. "George is taking me out for dinner, so, later chumps."

It's not a lie- George was taking me out to dinner. Do you wanna know where we're going?

Out by the Black Lake!

He's taking me OUT. Not inside.

Plus, he said that The Hogs Head, and Madame Pudiffits...

"Hey." I smiled as I met him down by the entrence hall.

"Do you want to go to the Three Broomsticks instead? My cooking a horrible..."

"Uhm... Sure..."

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George and I walked back from the butterbeer selling restaurant. Our hands were entertained, and we were walking close together.

"There's a beetle in your hair..." He said as he flicked it out for me.

It caused us to be in a position where he was looking down on me, and I was looking up at him. We were close together. He lent down, and kissed me.

I felt my left leg go up, like they do in those Disney Princess movies. His arms went around my waist, and mine went around his neck.

I let his tongue go into my mouth, and our tongues were swaying to beat of an invisible rhythm that only we could hear and feel.

After a few minutes, I lay my head on his shoulder, and he whispered into my ear, "I love you, Maddie." His husky voice and his minty breath made me shiver

"I love you too, George." I whispered into his ear.

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The next day was unbearable. Why?