Don't Act Like You Know Me

Year 4 - Pure-blood Scum

Hermione darted her eyes away from him. Her days with Malfoy were over. There was nothing to be said about it. Her heart and her body felt different from her mind, though. Despite what she was thinking in her brilliant brain, her heart longed to just throw herself in his arms like she had done once before. She wanted to be his again. Even though nobody even knew, she knew, and that's all that mattered.

The trian arrived at Hogwarts in not too much time. Hermione, Harry, and Ron offboarded the train and began their journey to the castle. Hagrid stood in a large grass clearing waving his arms wildly. "Clear the runway!" he shouted. Suddenly, a flying horse drawn carriage came crashing down from the sky. Although the landing was quite bustled, the carriage seemed to be perfectly fine. A magnificent ship came emerging out of the Black Lake as well. 

"Well, there's something you don't see everyday," Harry said. 

"Yeah," Ron laughed.

"Come on, let's go to the Great Hall," Hermione said. Hermione took in the smells of Hogwarts that she had missed so much. She was back at her true home. She was back where she belonged. She sat down next to Harry and Ginny in the Great Hall. The tables were empty since Dumbledore hadn't given his speech yet. It looked like he was about to.

"Now we're all settled and sorted," Dumbledore began. "I'd like to make an announcement. This castle will not only be your home this year, but home to some very special guests as well. You see, Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event. The Tri-Wizard Tournament!" The hall burst out in excited chatter. "Now, for those of you who do not know, the Tri-Wizard Tournament brings together three schools for a series of magical contests. From each school, a single contestant is selected to compete. Now let me be clear, if chosen, you stant alone. And trust me when I say these contests are not for the faint-hearted, but more of that later. For now, please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and their headmistress, Madame Maxime!"

The doors to the great hall opened and a sea of gorgeous girls dressed in blue satin came flooding out. They danced and twirled down the aisles followed by the largest looming woman Hermione had ever seen. There was dancing and rythmic gymnastics. It looked like a glorified fancy French circus! The girls twirled and released glowing butterflies into the air. They flittered around briefly before disappearing into a cloud of glitter. Madame Maxime was wearing a long velvet dress with a fluffy collar framing her flawless face. She was so tall, she might've even been taller than Hagrid. She strolled down the aisle with grace.

"That's one big woman," Seamus whispered.

"And now, our friends from the north, please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang and the high master Igor Karkaroff!" 

A form of beautiful tall and chiseled boys marched in a block down the aisle. They kept their faces one hundred percent stone cold. They had bo stands in their hands, stabbing them to the ground as they walked. Every time the staffs hut the ground, orange warm sparks appeared.

"Blimey," Ron said. Hermione looked up from the table. "It's him, VIktor Krum!" In fact, it was. Viktor Krum, the gorgeous and handsome Bulgarian seeker was standing five feet in front of her. He looked at her briefly with his firey eyes and she thought she saw a smile quiver at his lips.

"Alboose!" Igor Karkaroff said. He looked like he had just come from a snowman's birthday party. His big fluffy hat made his head seem twice as big than it actually was. 

"Igor," Dumbledore greeted. Dumbledore and Karkaroff embraced each other. 

"Professor Dumbledore," Madame Maxime spoke. "My horses have travelled a long way. They will need attending to."