The Dance- A Harry Potter Love Story (BOOK 2)

Chapter 1

"Wake up, scarhead. I should start calling you sleepy head instead," I muttered as Harry's emerald eyes fluttered open.

"Aagh! Troll!" He yelled, yanking his covers up so hard I stumbled off the bed.

"Git," I cursed, pulling myself up.

"Sorry, but you do look a lot like one," He smirked.

"Do you see me laughing?"

"Where's Ron?" He changed the subject.

"Awake and showering. Get dressed, you have 3 minutes," I demanded, opening the door and heading out.

"Feisty, that one," I heard him say. Turning back, I grabbed a pillow and chucked it at him forcefully.

"Proving me right," Harry pointed, rubbing his arm where the pillow had hit him.

"Zip it and change, or I will eat your breakfast," I threatened, slamming the door behind me. Heading down the rickety steps of the Burrow, I was greeted once again by the delicious smell of pancakes and chocolate.

"Harry coming, dear?" Asked Mrs. Weasley.

"On his way down," I replied as I heard the faint sound of him trudging down the stairs. He walked in wearing a blue sweatshirt and black jeans. Spotting me taking a bite out of his toast, he walked towards me and snatched the toast out of my hands, taking a bite.

"Excited for the match?" Asked Hermione.

"Yes!" Replied me and Harry in unison.

The rest chuckled as we finished up with breakfast and left the Burrow. After a while of excited debating about whether Bulgaria was better than Ireland, I was shocked to be greeted by a hot brunette falling down from a tree and landing perfectly in front of me. He looked a bit older than us and was accompanied by a man who introduced himself as "Amos Diggory."

"Hi," I said to the hot guy.

"Hey, I'm Cedric, you?" He smiled.

"Ariadne,"

"Ari then," he named me.

"Well, Addy, actually, but whatever," I said quickly as he shook my hand. I caught Harry giving me an annoyed glance as he walked passed us, but I assumed he was just being overprotective again.

"Are you Bulgaria or Ireland?" Cedric asked as we followed after him.

"I'm not really sure... you?"

"Ireland, definitely,"

"But Bulgaria have Krum," I pointed.

"Ireland have 7 amazing players, Bulgaria is just a one man army," he argued as we joined the big huddle. Looking at what they were huddled around, I realised it was a manky old boot.

"Why are we all standing around that manky old boot?" Asked Harry, voicing my thoughts as he appeared next to me. Amos and Mr. Weasley chuckled.

"That's not any old boot. It's a portkey!" Said Mr. Weasley as if that explained everything.

"Grab on!" Said Cedric on my left as I held the boot. Feeling stupid. I wondered what we would look like if a muggle saw us surrounding a shoe.

"Harry!" Groaned Amos as the shoe started spinning. Harry quickly grabbed it as we rose into the air. Spinning around like crazy, I screamed for solid ground.

"Let go kids! Let go!" Yelled Mr. Weasley as I followed those instructions and hurtled towards the ground at top speed. Nothing there to break the fall, I landed smack bang on a massive hill.