Written In The Stars IV -[Harry Potter xF!Oc]

Chapter Ten: The Triwizard Tournament.

While the boys left the compartment so she and Hermione could get dressed, she noticed the uniform considerably tighter on some places that didn't use to be tight, and her robe hung about four inches higher up her ankles.

"Oh no," She groaned. "I completely forgot to ask my mother for new robes! Look at this! I look like a giant trying to fit into babies' clothes!"

Hermione turned to look at her.

"You do look a bit strange with such a short set of robes," The girl tilted her head. "What about your uniform?"

Mel took the robe off and felt the blood rush to her cheeks.

"I have–" Mel hugged her chest in horror. "These weren't here before!"

"You just noticed?" Hermione laughed. "I reckon you've had those all summer."

"But now they are certainly noticeable! Everyone will see them!"

"Who?"

"Everyone!" Mel squeaked. "The rest of the students– Harry!"

"You're fine," Hermione rolled her eyes. "People will see you've grown, but you don't look– I mean, if it's uncomfortable for you I bet the other girls could lend you their robes from time to time, and then you can buy new ones in Hogsmeade. It's all right, Mel."

Mel looked down and pouted.

"This is all my hormones' fault, isn't it?"

"You'll get over it."

"It's not fair, boys don't have to go through this!"

"Boys have their problems," Hermione shrugged. "I'm sure there must be something."

"Why aren't you angry? Yours have grown too," Mel pointed out, causing her friend to turn red.

"I have more important things on my mind than worrying about people noticing how my body changes, don't be melodramatic."

"It has my name on it, there's no way I can't be..." She tried to joke but was too affected still to laugh at her comment. "I know I might be overreacting, I'm sorry. It's just... I don't want to grow up."

"Don't worry," Hermione patted her back. "You'll get used to it, eventually."

Mel put her robe back on and left the train with her friends; it was as if an entire ocean was falling on top of their heads, cold and relentless. They climbed onto one of the carriages and silently made their way up to the castle, by the time they passed through the main entrance, they were close to soaked.

"Blimey," Ron shook his head, sending little drops of water everywhere, "if that keeps up the lake's going to overflow. I'm soak — ARRGH!"

Ballons filled with freezing water started to fall around, Peeves cackled as he threw them, one of those fell on Harry's feet, and another one burst right on top of her head. Mel gasped as she felt the water run down her back.

"PEEVES!" yelled an angry voice. "Peeves, come down here at ONCE!"

Professor McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress and head of Gryffindor House, had come dashing out of the Great Hall; she skidded on the wet floor and grabbed Hermione around the neck to stop herself from falling.

"Ouch — sorry, Miss Granger —"

"That's all right, Professor!" Hermione gasped, massaging her throat.

"Peeves, get down here NOW!" barked Professor McGonagall, straightening her pointed hat and glaring upward through her square-rimmed spectacles.