A Weasley Twin

13.

"Hey, I'm just going to see if I can find Harry, save me a seat?" I asked Ginny, receiving a nod from her before I broke off from the swarm of students filling up the stands that surrounded the arena.
I heard voices as I approached the side of the tent and caught a glimpse of Harry through a small gap.
"Harry," I whispered, trying not to be noticed by any of the other champions, "Harry, is that you? How are you feeling?" he sighed but didn't respond. "The key is to concentrate, after that you just have to-"
"Battle a dragon," he answered, sarcastically.
My emotions took over me and I stepped through the gap in the tent to hug him tightly.
I heard a click and a flash of light flooded the room. Rita Skeeter.
"Young love," she gasped, obviously pleased that she'd got the picture before we pulled apart to glare at her. "How... stirring," she grinned, "might even be good enough for the front page," she said, gleefully.
"You have no business here," Viktor said, staring darkly at her, "this tent is for champions, and friends," he gave me a small side glance.
"Doesn't matter, I have what I came for," she smirked, walking back out of the tent.
Dumbledore entered, smiling excitedly at the champions as he made his supposedly inspiring speech, before pausing and staring at me, confused.
"What are you doing here, Miss Granger?"
"Sorry, I was just..." my sentence faded out as I backed away from the group to give them privacy.
Just before leaving, I gave Harry one last look of reassurance, then stepped out to find my seat before the trial began.
"How's he doing?" Ginny asked, pale.
"He'll be fine, Dumbledore wouldn't let anything happen. I think Mcgonagall would kill him if he did," I giggled in attempt to lighten the mood.
"You're right about that, Miss Granger," the familiar voice of Professor Mcgonagall stated, leaning in between me and Ginny.
"Oh sorry, Professor, I didn't see you there," I said, my face going tomato red as Ginny started shaking from laughter.
"Don't worry, I'll leave you to it," Mcgonagall chuckled, walking away.
"Stop," I giggled, hitting Ginny's arm.
Our laughter quickly stopped as the first champion was sent into the arena. We watched, absentmindedly as we waited for Harry's turn.
When he finally stepped out into the centre of the arena, cheers erupted from the stands in support of him.
At some point Ginny had grabbed on to my hand and I squeezed it in reassurance.
"Go on, dragon!" I heard someone yell from behind me before I whipped my head round to see Fred and George.
"What's wrong with you two?" I said, glaring at them, "Harry could die and you're cheering on the dragon?! How nice of you I'll be sure to tell him if he even makes it out alive."
"C'mon, Granger, we're only kidding, you need to lighten up a bit," George laughed.
"Yeah, this is Harry we're talking about, the guy doesn't get killed for anything," Fred giggled. Can boys giggle? Well, he did.
My attention was quickly turned back to Harry when I heard countless people erupt into further applause as we watched him mount his broom and escape the reach of the vicious dragon.
After the first trial was finally over, we were sent back to school for the champions to rest and rejoin their houses for dinner. As I began digging into the selection of food in front of me, I heard my name called from further down the table.
"Oi, Granger, you didn't tell me that you and Harry were dating," George smirked, holding up the Daily Prophet to show the photo of me and Harry hugging in the champions' tent. The exact photo Rita Skeeter had taken earlier that day.
Fred turned to join in the conversation, "yeah, I thought you could get better than him but I guess he is the chosen one," he grinned.
"Oh stop it, you two," I said, slightly embarrassed.
"Mind you, I'm not sure you'll stay single for long. Not with him drooling all over you," George laughed, gesturing to Viktor Krum who was, once again, staring at me.
"You're joking, as if she'd ever go out with him," Fred snorted.
"I don't think it's any of you're business who I date," I replied, sounding more agitated than I intended.
"Okay, don't need to get all defensive. Anyway, I've gotta go get at least some homework done because I'm running out of detention slots, see you later," he replied in a more serious tone, his jaw, once again, clenched.