Forbidden Enchantress
Title: Forbidden Enchantress
Pairing: Hermonie/Ginny
Author:
Rating: PG-13
Warning: None really, I curse alittle
Disclaimer: To be honest with you, Im a liar.
Chapter 5: She's Really Not Going To Like This
POV: Ginny
"Ginny, its time for dinner."
"I'm not going Ron." I look down at Hermonie, whos pretending to be asleep. "I dont want to leave her." He scowls. "She'll be fine. You need to eat." He raise's his voice slightly and Hermonie stirs. "Stop telling me what I need to do. I-" Hermonie places a hand on my back. This is her way of telling me to calm down and go to dinner. I sigh. "I'll be there in a second." With that, he leaves.
"You know, " Hermonie says pulling me down to lay next to her. "he might be an asswhole at times, but he does love you." God, I hate it when she's right. I position myself on my elbow to where I'm looking at her. "I know he does. When will you back in the common room?"
"Tonight after everyone has gone to bed. They dont want to chance me running into Malfoy."She raises slightly. "It'll be late so don't wait up. You need to sleep." I nod. She softly greets my lips with a kiss. "Now. Go eat. I love you."
I smile. "I love you too."
Ron looked up and saw me staring at Draco. "Yeah, I know. I want that look on his face to get wiped too."
"Those curses are forbidden, why are they allowing him in here?" "Who knows, his dad might be pulling strings for him."
I glanced back down, a sudden pit of worry seeping into my stomach.
Dumbledore took the podium, and everyone looked up to him.
"The participants of this years' Triwizard Cup are to be announced this evening." Everyone stirred with excitement. I just kept at my plate.
The goblet flared azure sparks everywhere and a flume of paper flew towards Dumbledore. Taking it in his hand, he read its name. "The first contender for the cup this year.. is Harry Potter!" The entire Gryfindor table lit up with cheers and excitement. I was happy for him, but realized he'd be an extremely tough opponent.
"The second contender, from Beauxbatons, is Fleur De Lacour!" The girls in the 5th ajoined table squealed their delights and swarmed Fleur in a mob hug.
A third plume shot forth. "The third contend-". The doors of the Great Hall eased open, and Hermoine walked in on crutches. Ron was in awe, I was in shock. She came over to us. "What are you doing here?!" I whispered. "I was hungry, and wanted to see you." "Bloody Hell Hermoine, you got some grit there if you're movin with that kind of injury." Ron chipped in. Hermoine smiled. I adored that smile of hers, I savored it knowing it could soon vanish.
Dumbledore turned back to the parchment in his hand. "The third contender of the Triwizard Cup is... Ginny Weasley!" More cheers erupted from the table. My heart stopped. I had actually been chosen? I had my chance to prove myself, and felt pride welling from every pore in my body. Then i looked up, and saw Hermoine, and the look on her face. And the tears in her eyes. She turned quietly, and hoobled herself out of the Great Hall, a solemn procession. I wanted to go after her, but I knew I couldnt.
A/N: I would like to give credit to my friend Cazzy for helping me with this chapter! :3 I wasnt sure how I wanted to do it and he was a great deal of help. Also! You guys are gonna wanna hurt me with the next chapter. Gonna start it tonight so it'll be up tomorrow? If everything goes right. Hope you guys are enjoying! Oh! And, Im not sure why this is STILL in italics I tried to take it off and its not wanting to work with me today.