After a few minutes, both of their chests were heaving from the lack of oxygen, the two pulling away. Their foreheads stayed pressed against each other as they both breathed heavily, small smiles on their lips as they looked at each other with their...
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"Miss (Y/L/N)."
Y/N picked her head up from her Potions notes, her eyes flickering to Snape as he looked at her with a bored expression. Her eyebrows furrowed together in confusion as she looked at him, the professor nodding his head in the direction of Colin Creevey who was standing by the door. That's when she realized she was being taken to her interview.
She quickly placed her things in her bag as she stood up, a hand being placing itself on hers which halted her movements. She slowly looked next to her, Hermione giving her a small smile.
"Good luck," she said, her voice coming out hushed. Y/N threw the bushy-haired girl a smile as she slung her bag over her shoulder, making her way out to the younger Gryffindor boy. She gave him a smile as the two entered the hallway. They walked in silence as the boy brought her to the room of Champions, where she was a few nights before at the Champion ceremony.
She walked into the room seeing Cedric, Fleur, and Viktor already there, the three of them turning to the girl with a smile. Viktor was the first to approach the girl, quickly bringing her into a hug. Fleur was next, and Cedric was last, their hug lasting a bit longer.
Y/N pulled away from Cedric with a smile as they stared at each other for a few moments before a bright flash blinded them momentarily, the four champions turning to the source. Y/N's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as her vision went splotchy before going back to normal, her eyes narrowing at the familiar woman in front of her.
"You're-"
"Rita Skeeter, pleasure to meet you. What a wonderful group of champions we have," she exclaimed, shaking everyone's hand. Y/N only glared at the woman as she remembered that she had used her for publicity months before.
Rita smiled at the four of them, a small smirk tugging at the corners of her lips, "I wrote for the Daily Prophet, but you probably already know that. It's you that we don't know."
The woman let out a small chuckle as Fleur and Y/N glanced at each other, both trying to stifle their laughter. Viktor and Cedric looked at Rita confused before glancing to each other.
"You're the juicy news," she said, her hand raising to Fleur's cheek, caressing it, "What lurks beneath those rosy cheeks."
Y/N and Viktor let out a snicker as Rita softly slapped Fleur's cheek, the Beauxbaton flinching lightly at the contact. The woman made her way around the group towards Cedric, all of them watching her every move.
"What mysteries to the muscles mask," she said, her hand tugging at Cedric's hair, the boy's head being pushed to the side a bit, "The courage that lies beneath those curls."
