“Hey.” George and Fred breathed as they sat down on each side of Kathleen and I.
“Hi.” I replied, patting George’s knee. He grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers as he lifted my hand to his mouth, kissing it.
“So what did we miss?” Fred asked.
“Well.” Kathleen said. “While you were busy with your little joke shop, they presented the challenge. All four champions has a dragon that they need to get past to get the golden egg.”
“And if they don’t get the egg, they’re gonna have a hard time doing the second one.” “Why is that?” George asked me.
“Oh, cause the egg contains a clue for the second challenge.” I said. “Fleur is going to be the first one out there.”
George hummed and moved even closer to me, brushing some hair behind my ear as he leaned in, his lips brushing past my earlobe, giving me goosebumps.
“Who do you think we could make the most uncomfortable by making out?” He whispered, planting a kiss just below my ear. “Fred? Kathleen? Maybe Hermione over there, Ron... perhaps Ginny.”
“Not here, George.” I smiled, looking at him. “Not right now. If it was a quidditch match where you weren’t playing, I would love to focus on you but I want to see how this goes and if anyone dies.”
“Okay.” He whispered, kissing my cheek before looking out over the stadium.
The next couple of hours were spent watching as the champions fought their dragons and got their egg. Cedric had just been out there, successfully getting his egg and now it were Harry’s turn since he was the last one left.
“Three of our champions have now faced their dragons and so each one of them will proceed to the next task. And now our fourth and final contestent!” Dumbledore spoke over the speakers in the stadium.
Harry entered the rocky stadium. The crowd cheered his name, George and Fred included. I rested my elbows on my knees, my hands covering my mouth and nose.
I watched as Harry noticed the egg that was sitting alone but when he approached it, the dragon appeared and Harry quickly hid behind a rock as the dragon shot fire towards him.
“Your wand Harry!” Hermione screamed as she stood up. “Your wand!” Harry pulled his wand and pointed it at the sky but nothing happened. “What is he doing?” I whispered.
Soon after, his broom appeared and Harry jumped on, flying away. The dragon tried to fly after him but was held back by a metal change. I gasped when it snapped and followed Harry out of
“He’s flying towards the castle.” Kathleen muttered.
I sighed and sat up straight, running my hands up and down my thigh.
“Hey.” George said, nudging me with his shoulder. “You alright?”
“This is tense.” I said. “Really tense.”
“I’m sure Potter’s fine.” He told me. “He’s probably killing that dragon right now.”
“He’s fourteen.” I said. “Remember when we were fourteen? I couldn’t imagine myself in the tournament back then.”
“Like Fred said, he has survived loads of things these past years and he’s gonna come out of this alive as well.”
Everyone kept waiting for probably around ten to fifteen minutes before Harry suddenly came back on his broom, looking both burned and dirty. The crowd erupted into cheers and I let out a sigh of relief.
“Told you so.” George smiled at me. Harry went straight for the golden egg and caught it. He had gotten through the challenge successfully.
About half an hour later, we were all celebrating Harry in the Gryffindor common room. I sat on the armrest of the sofa, watching as the crowd surrounded Harry who were sitting on George and Fred’s shoulders.
“We knew you wouldn’t die, Harry.” George said.
“Lose a leg.” Fred spoke.
“Or an arm.” George added.
“Pack it in together.” Fred said before they both shouted; “Never!”
Seamus handed Harry the golden egg. “Go on Harry, what’s the clue?”
“Who wants me to open it?” Harry asked and the crowd cheered. “You want me to open it?”
The crowd cheered again and Harry opened it. A loud deafening shriek left the egg and everyone, including me screamed in pain, covering our ears.
“What in the bloody hell was that?” Ron asked. He had just entered the room and everyone looked at him.
“Alright everyone.” Fred called. “Go back to your knitting. This is gonna be uncomfortable enough without all you nosey sods listening in.”
As everyone started leaving the room, I jumped off the arm rest and walked to George who waited for me. I grabbed his hand and we walked out of the common room together.
“You know what we should do?” I asked as we made our way down the moving stairs. “What?”
“We should sneak into the restricted section in the library.”
George looked at me, a small smirk painted on his face. “I love you so much.”