Hey Nerd...- fremione

Chapter 3

-Fred-

"Alright everyone, grab ahold!" We all gathered around the portkey, Diggory going next to Hermione and smiling at her. What an idiot. I crouched opposite Hermione and took hold of one of the frayed laces of the portkey; George grinned next to me.
"1,2...3!" The world span, whirring around us. My stomach twisted and I held my breath. Sheesh, I'd forgotten how sick port keys made me feel. Then again it might be because of the blur of Diggory next to the frizz of hair that I knew was Hermione. As suddenly as it had started, the spinning cleared to reveal that we were all hanging off the port key, easily 100 feet off the ground with seemingly no way of getting down. 

"HOLY MERLIN!" Ron screeched, scrambling to grab the port key more securely, causing it to sway. 

"Ron, stop it!" yelled Ginny, the tips of her ears matching Ron's red ones. Hermione's eyes widened as she took in the height that we were travelling, her eyebrows practically disappearing into her hair when Dad yelled out the last thing anyone expected.

"LET GO KIDS!" 

"What?!" yelped Hermione. "Mr Weasley, we are over a hundred feet in the air, we can't just let go!" I loved how she forgot she was hanging with a load of wizards and that magic may be stronger than muggle logic. 

"LET GOOO!" Dad reliquished his hold on the port key, followed by Amos, Diggory, Ron, Harry and Ginny. George caught my eye, saluting with a smirk before letting go. Opposite me, Hermione still clung to the port key. 

"We've got to let go 'Mione," I yelled over the howling of the wind, pulling the port key to and fro. Her eyes met mine, and I saw the fear in them before she said anything. 

"Are you sure it's safe?" 

I grinned. "As safe as it'll ever be." Seeing her unease, I reached over the port key and grasped her hand, my hand tingling. "Do you trust me?" She nodded, swallowing and looking down at the great expanse of land below us. "I won't let anything hurt you 'Mione, you're gonna be fine. Trust me." And I let go. 

Falling is possibly the weirdest sensation you could ever have, apart from knowing that the girl I liked was right next to me, falling as well. She clutched my hand; I don't think even a grindylow could have beaten that grip, but I didn't let go, knowing that if I did, she would have probably killed me when we were on land. And it felt nice. 

Slamming into the ground was not my idea of the most graceful landing I could have ever done. My head rocked back and hit the ground, leaving stars erupting in front of my eyes. Next to me, Hermione was lying on the ground, looking just as dazed, but not because of the impact. Diggory was standing over her, offering a hand up, which she took with a smile and giggle from Ginny. A green hand that was absolutely NOT jealously inched into my thoughts as I imagined hexing Diggory's face into the next century. George hauled me off the ground, clapping me on the back and blocking Hermione and the idiot from view, probably on purpose, as he cast me a slightly amused grin. 

"So, you guys took a while to come down?" 

"Yeah?" 

"Yeah." He chuckled, then followed the others to the top of the hill, where we first came in view of the biggest campsite I had ever seen in my entire life, thousands of tents pitched, the everyday noises of wizards and witches going about their daily business building into one  deafening racket. 

"Kids, welcome to the Quidditch World Cup." 

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I swear, our tent is the coolest thing in history (yeah, I know I should be used to wizard stuff but ITS A MANSION IN A TINY MINI TENT!!!) I mean, sure, there are some people with portable swimming pools and towers in their tents, but do they have bunk beds and a kitchen? Probably, and the bunk beds are probably bigger but I DON'T CARE OUR TENT IS AWESOME!  

George and I automatically run to the fridge, grabbing handfuls of grapes from the tub in there, sticking our feet up on the table, with Dad yelling, "Feet off the table," and George and I replying with a sarcastic, "FEET OFF THE TABLE!" 

I saw Hermione watching us out of the corner of her eye and I grinned, popping a grape in my mouth. 

Later that night, George and I were dancing around the tent in victory, listening to Ron gush about his crush on Victor Krum. 

"Victor I love you!"

"Victor I dooo!"

"When we're apart my heart beats only for youuuuuuuuu!" All of a sudden, Dad rushed into the tent, tension jumping off him in waves, killing the mood almost immediately. 

"We've got to get out of here. Now."

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Hope you guys liked this chapter! I am so so so so so so so so so so so so sorry that I haven't been updating recently but I have been ultra busy but now it's summer, so I should be able to update more often. Thank you so much for all the comments on this story, it really means a lot and if anything those are what motivated me to update the story today, so thank you! It's a bit short but at least it's something!  Again, thank you for reading, and I will try and update as soon as I can! 

-freewitch-