The Goblet of Fire - Harry Potter Male Reader Insert

12: The Goblet's Chosen

"I don't believe it!" Ron said, in a stunned voice, as the Hogwarts students filed back up the steps behind the party from Durmstrang. "Krum, Harry! Victor Krum!"

"For heaven's sake, Ron, he's only a Quidditch player," said Hermione.

"Only a Quidditch player?" said Ron, looking at her like he couldn't believe his ears. "Hermione - he's one of the best Seekers in the world! I had no idea he was still at school!"

"You are way too excited, Ron." Y/N sighed. "Calm down."

As they recrossed the Entrance Hall with the rest of the Hogwarts students, heading for the Great Hall, several sixth-year girls where frantically searching their pockets as they walked - "Oh, I don't believe it, I haven't got a single quill on me -" "D'you think he'd sign my hat in lipstick?"

"Really," Hermione said loftily, as they passed the girls, now squabbling over the lipstick.

"I'm getting his autograph if I can," said Ron, "you haven't got a quill, have you Harry, Y/N?"

"Nope, they're upstairs in my bag," said Harry.

"If I did, I wouldn't give it to you," Y/N said, a frown on his face. "I can't express how much I dislike fangirls who simp over the mere existence of a single person. We've already had to put up with Harry's, now Krum's are going to be all over Hogwarts."

They walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat down. Ron took care to sit on the side facing the doorway, because Krum and his fellow Durmstrang students were still gathered around it, apparently unsure about where they should sit. The students from Beauxbatons had chosen to sit at the Ravenclaw table. They were looking around the Great Hall with glum expressions on their faces. Three of them were still clutching scarves and shawls around their faces.

"It's not that cold," said Hermione irritably, who was wathhing them. "Why didn't they bring cloaks?"

"They're spoilt brats." Y/N hissed. "I can't stand people like that. They're privileged with the best of the best, and they have the nerve to look down on those who aren't."

"Over here! Come sit over here!" Ron hissed. "Over here! Hermione, budge up, make space -"

"What?"

"Too late," said Ron bitterly.

Victor Krum and his fellow Durmstrang students had settled themselves at the Slytherin table. Y/N could see Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle looking very smug about this. As they watched, Malfoy bent forwards to speak to Krum.

"Yeah, that's right, smarm up to him, Malfoy," said Ron scathingly ("hypocrite," Y/N muttered). "I bet Krum can see right through him, though... bet he gets people fawning over him all the time... where d'you reckon they're going to sleep? We could offer him a space in our dormitory, Harry, Y/N... I wouldn't mind giving him my bed, I could kip on a camp-bed."

"Ron, I'm not letting him near our dormitory, if I do, you may do something you'll probably regret." said Y/N firmly. "Now, your top lip and your bottom lip need to meet, and they need to become friends. Shut. Up."

Hermione snorted.

"They look a lot happier than the Beauxbatons lot," said Harry.

The Durmstrang students were pulling off their heavy furs, revealing robes of deep, blood red, and looking up at the starry black ceiling with expressions of interest; a couple of them were picking up the golden plates and goblets and examining them, apparently impressed.

When all the students had entered the Hall and settled down at their house tables, the staff entered, filing up to the top table and taking their seats. Last in line Professor Dumbledore, Professor Karkaroff and Madame Maxime. As they sat down, Dumbledore remained standing, and silence fell over the Great Hall.