Did I Use Too Much Magic?

Chapter 13

Ron's POV

The first week back at school ran smoothly, well, apart from Hermione I guess. She's been breathing down my neck - not about homework - about entering in for the Triwizard Tournament. It's worse than what she was like when Harry was going to break in to Umbridge's office last year - she won't leave me alone!

Harry says it's because she cares but it's ridiculous, I haven't even noticed the stares and jeers that people have been directing my way because I've been so busy trying to tell her nicely to leave me alone. It's even worse because she's hormonal, everything I say and do she makes a fuss of.

But after the other two schools arrived last week and Dumbledore explained the rules of the Tournament, I knew I had to at least put my name forward, Hermione wouldn't understand, we need this.

*Flashback*

Me, Hermione, Harry, Harry, Louis, Liam, Niall and Zayn were all sitting at Gryffindor table absolutely starving and waiting for some food, but we knew we had to wait because the two school's candidates were arriving tonight at the Feast.

The whole school was in silence, watching the double doors at the end of the Hall, waiting for them to open.

After a couple of minutes the moment arrived.

Some classical music started playing as a group of about 16 girls ballet danced up the middle of the Hall, occasionally stopping at intervals and blowing kisses and paper butterflies in to the crowds. As they danced their blue dress robes fluttered and twirled and their shiny silver hair flowed around their heads.

Then as the girls arrived at the front their headmistress entered the room. She was huge! Nearly double the size of Hagrid - but a lot skinnier! She walked to the end of the Hall and Dumbledore kissed her hand and looked up in to her face - his neck nearly snapped with the effort.

We all clapped, but then silence fell as we heard heavy bangs on the floor. Our heads spun towards the door, the hall quietening and seeing a group of about 16 boys dressed in brown and grey furs stalk in to the hall, after every few steps they banged sticks against the floor, they were beaten so hard they made scorch marks on the stone floor. When they got half-way down the hall they dropped their sticks and did back flips and gymnastic moves all the way to the front.

That was when my heart stopped. There he was. Krum. Viktor Krum.

He was walking along side the Headmaster his burly shoulders and his duck feet. My idol was walking in my vicinity, I felt like a girl at a One Direction concert.

"Welcome Beauxbatons and Welcome Durmstrang!" Dumbledore said after greeting the Durmstrang Headmaster, "Before we go in to rules and such we shall have the Feast shall we?"

The food then appeared on the table and the Beauxbaton students sat at the Ravenclaw table and the Durmstrang students sat at the Slytherin table.

"Oh my word, it's Viktor Krum," I said.

"Who?" One Direction, Harry and Hermione all asked.

"You don't know Viktor Krum?!" Dean and Seamus shouted.

"No, we were all brought up by muggles," Hermione said.

"He is the best Quidditch player in the World, he is still in school and plays on the Bulgaria Quidditch team and played in the final in the last world cup," I explained.

We all turned and looked across the room at the Slytherin table to see Viktor talking to Crabbe and Goyle. For once Draco Malfoy didn't seem interested in trying to make friends with a celebrity.