Yours Regardless

The First Task

           Just an hour before the first task and Charlize was pacing a trench into the floor of the waiting tent. Harry not being much help with his bouncing and Cedric with his nervous dancing. If anything Fleur was the most collected though sometimes she would occasionally curse in French before composing herself again. Draco had just been kicked out of the tent, having stayed there after he walked Charlize to it only an hour and a half earlier. He wished her good luck, reminded her to go for the eyes, and then he gave her a nervous kiss before he was quite literally shoved out of the tent by someone else in the tent.

Charlize felt something hit the side of her head, looking down, a woodchip was laying on the floor, presumably the culprit. Another one hit her in the middle of the forehead causing her to look in the direction of where they were coming from. She smiled to herself as she saw red hair poking out from the opening of the tent, leading to a pair of warm brown eyes peeking over and getting ready to aim another wood chip.

           "Freddie!" She exclaimed, running toward the opening.

Fred pushed through the opening of the tent and held his arms open as Charlize ran into them. The two shared a sweet embrace as Hermione walked through scolding him for making such a scene, hoping they wouldn't get kicked out so soon.

           "How are you holding up, Poppet?" Fred asked gently tugging on the girls hanging ponytail teasingly.

           "Not great." Charlize admitted, not being able to lie to Fred in the slightest.

Fred held her face in his hands, eyebrows raising and forehead wrinkling as he spoke, "Don't be nervous alright? George believes in you, Hermione, Ron, they all believe in you. You can do this ok?"

           "Ok," Charlize nodded before pausing. "Wait a second what about you?

The tall boy chuckled, "I've bet good money on the dragon, love."

Charlize scoffed pushing him away by his chest, both of them laughing.

            "I'd jump in there and dual the dragon myself, if you asked me." Fred said quietly, suddenly getting shy.

Charlize smiled, "Your hair is fiery enough, no need for the added danger."

Fred and Hermione were caught, suddenly being ushered out not before Fred hugged Charlize one last time, going to kiss her forehead. A loud click and bright flash however stole their attention away from saying goodbye.

           "How beautiful! Young love." Rita Skeeter exclaimed as she looked at the two.

Cedric couldn't hold back his snort at the look of anger on Charlize's face and the ever so rebellious Fred Weasley blushing a deeper shade of red than his hair.

           "Oh bugger off." Charlize grumbled.

           "Quite the mouth on this one, tell me what's it like being one of her forbidden lovers?"

Fred looked completely confused as the self writing quill began scribbling before he responded.

           "I'm going to get back to George." Fred said as he looked at Charlize again, his eyes softening.

           "Out of everyone out there. I think I wholeheartedly believe in you most, Poppet."

The moment was ruined when Dumbledore, Crouch, and the other headmasters walked into the tent, Dumbledore asking everyone to gather round before ushering Fred and Hermione out. They had to choose their dragon.

Fleur went first, pulling a Welsh Green. Then Viktor Krum pulled out a Chinese Fireball, and Cedric a Swedish Short Snout. Charlize was next as she carefully put her hand into the bag, yelping one something bit onto her finger and refused to let go. She pulled out her hand, a copper colored dragon dangling from her forefinger.