The sun was shining brightly through my window as I was packing for my stay at the Burrow. I hummed softly to myself.


I turned to see my mother standing in the doorway with her arms crossed in front of her and a smile on her face.

"I wasn't intending for anyone to hear me," I said, trying to hide my smile.

"Hermione, people should hear you," Mother insisted.

"No, they shouldn't," I said.

"Why not?"

"Because this is my thing, and no one else's," I said. "I don't want anyone to take it from me."

"Hermione, that's -"

"No, it's not," I interrupted.

"You won't even show Harry and Ron your writings or let them hear your voice?" Mother asked.

"No," I said simply.

"But, they're your friends," Mother pointed out, trying to make me see reason. "They would want to know about this side of you."

"Right," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "So I could hear Ron laugh and he could make fun of me every chance he gets?"

"What about Harry?" Mother asked, starting to smile.

"What about him?" I asked as I went back to packing.

"You didn't say anything about him," said Mother. I could still feel her smiling at me, even with my back to her.

I sighed. "What's your point?" I asked my eyes still focused on my task.

"You like him," Mother said simply.

I froze, about to pick up one of my many pairs of underwear.

"You do, don't you?" Mother asked.

I sighed, closing my eyes tightly.


"Yes, I do," I said as quietly as I could, but Mother still heard me.

"That's what I thought," Mother said as she placed her hands on my shoulders. "Have you told him yet?"

"No, of course not," I said as place the last of what I needed in my bag.

"Why not?"

"Do we have to talk about this now?" I asked as I swung the bag over my shoulder and grabbed my notebook full of my songs and poems.

"No, but I really do want to know."

I smiled. "You're never going to let this go, are you?"

"Not a chance," Mother smiled back. "Where do you think you get your stubbornness from?"

"Both you and Daddy," I said still smiling.

Mother just stared at me smiling.

I sighed in defeat. "All right, I haven't told him because I'm not right for him. In fact I don't think I'm right for anyone."

"Hermione Jean Granger," Mother said, shocked. "Why would you say that about yourself?"

"Because it's true," I said, trying really hard not to yell. "I'm fourteen-years-old and I am still alone. Everywhere I go, there are couples. Hell, even Ron has someone and Ginny, too."

"Really, who do they have?" Mother asked. All her questioning was really starting to get on my nerves.

"Ron is going out with a girl named Luna Lovegood from Ravenclaw and Ginny is going out with Neville Longbottom."

"You know, I always thought those two looked really great together, Neville and Ginny," Mother said.

"Mother," I whined.

"Hermione," Mother said as she placed one hand on my shoulder, the other under my chin. "Just because everyone has found someone, that doesn't mean you won't "

"I know," I sighed.

Mother cleared her throat nervously. "I noticed you didn't say anything about Harry."


"I'm just saying don't give up on Harry just yet," Mother said with a hopeful look in her eye.

"I'm going now," I said, pushing past Mother and heading out my bedroom door.

"Just think about it," Mother called after me.

"He's already in love with someone else," I yelled turning back to face her.

"What?" Mother asked softly.

"What's going on?" Father asked as he came up from behind me.

I tried so hard to stop the tears, but they swam uncontrollably down my face. Mother came up to me and wiped them away while Father placed his hands on my shoulders from behind me.

"He's in love with Cho Chang," I said. "She's also from Ravenclaw."

"Has he told her?" Mother asked.

"I don't know," I said, looking at the floor even though I knew they were going out at this very moment.

"Well, I'm sure you'll win him in the end," said Father as he rubbed my shoulders.

"Will you two just stop it?" I nearly shouted as turned to go down the hall and down the stairs to the living room. "I probably won't end up with Harry. I'll probably end up alone."


"Please, just let it go," I said as I grabbed the bag of Floo Powder from the mantel. I grabbed a pinch of the powder and threw it into the fireplace and the flames turned green. I walked up to my parents and hugged them both. "I love you," I told them.

"We love you, too," said Father as both he and Mother kissed my cheeks.

"Have fun," said Mother.

"I'm sure I will," I said. "Even though I hate Quidditch."

Mother and Father both chuckled. I gave them one last kiss and hug then stepped into the green flames.

"The Burrow!" I called out.

I tried so hard not to open my eyes and mouth as I was speeding through the Floo Network.

Finally, I landed in the Burrow kitchen. Mrs. Weasley was at the stove making breakfast.

"Ah, good morning, Hermione," she greeted me as she began to fill plates.

I didn't say anything.

"Are you all right, dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked me with concern. "You look a bit green." She grabbed a glass of orange juice off the counter. "Here, drink this."

I took it and drank it slowly.

"Good, your color is coming back," smiled Mrs. Weasley as she rubbed my shoulder.

I chuckled weakly. "I will never get use to that," I said pointing to the fireplace. "No matter how hard I try it'll always make me feel sick."

Mrs. Weasley chuckled. "Not to worry, dear," she told me. "Some people just don't have the stomach for traveling by Floo Powder."

"Please, don't say stomach," I groaned.

"I'm sorry, dear," Mrs. Weasley smiled. "Could you go wake Harry and Ron for me while I go to wake Ginny?"

"What?" I asked in surprise. "I would have thought with what today is they would be up way before you."

Mrs. Weasley chuckled. "Yes, well, you know how Ron is."

"Yeah, but for Harry to do the same, that's something I never saw coming."

Mrs. Weasley stopped in front of a door while I continued on. When I made it to Ron's door I knocked but no one answered. Not wanting to knock again, I slowly opened the door and walked inside.

The first person I saw was Harry. I walked straight to his bed without a second thought. He looked so peaceful the way he slept on his stomach with his arms tucked under his pillow. It made me smile to see a smile on his face. Whatever it was he was dreaming about must be really good for him to smile like that.

I began to run my fingers through his hair. He began to smile even wider as he moaned.

"Harry," I whispered.

He moaned again as he opened his eyes.

"Hermione," he said sleepily. "When do you get here?" he asked as he rubbed his eyes.

"Just now," I smiled.

Harry yawned.

"Dreaming about your dream girl?" I teased.

"Why would you say that?" Harry asked.

"You were smiling in your sleep," I smiled.

Harry blushed as he pulled off his blankets.

"Oh," I said. Now it was my turn to blush. I turned my head away with my hand in front of my eyes. Harry wasn't wearing a shirt.

Harry looked down. "Oh, sorry," he said. It surprised me that he wasn't blushing.

I chuckled nervously.

"Mrs. Weasley sent you to wake us?" Harry asked as he slipped on a shirt. I tried not to watch, but my eyes were glued on him. "Hermione?" he asked, waving his hand in front of my eyes.

"Huh?" I said, coming out of my daze.

"Are you all right?" Harry asked, looking at me carefully.

"Yes," I said quickly.

Harry stared.

"I'm just not looking forward to waking up Ron," I said looking at Ron's sprawled form on his bed. He snores were so loud that I thought I would go deaf for a short while.

Harry chuckled as he came up behind me and placed his hands on my shoulders.

"Let me take care of that," he whispered in my ear. His hot breath on my ear made me shiver. "Are you all right," he asked again.

I shut my eyes and nodded. I could feel Harry smile, then he kissed me on the cheek.

"Go, get some breakfast," he said. "I'll meet you down there."

I nodded again.

As I walked down the hall, I ran into the closest bathroom and locked the door behind me.

"What the hell was that?" I asked myself in the mirror.

I turned on the water then splashed some on my face. "He loves Cho," I told myself. "He loves Cho."

After one last look at myself in the mirror, I headed for the kitchen.

"There she is," said Mrs. Weasley as I entered.

Harry went straight to me with a blueberry muffin in his hand.

"Are you all right?" he asked.

"How many times are you going to ask me that?" I asked with a laugh.

"What, I can't worry?" Harry asked.

"I love that you care, but please don't over do it."

Harry smiled. "Okay."

Just then Mr. Weasley came in the room in what he thought were his best Muggle clothes, and I have to say that I agreed with him, you never would have guessed he was actually a wizard.

"What do you think?" he asked. "We're going to be around Muggles and I don't want to stick out."

"Great," Harry smiled. "Can't even tell."

"Except your hat," I pointed out. "That's a fisherman's hat and I don't think you need all those baiting hooks."

"Oh," said Mr. Weasley with some disappointment . "I rather liked this hat."

"It's not a bad hat, Mr. Weasley," I said. "I just think since we're not going finishing you don't really need it."

"Good point, Hermione," said Mr. Weasley.

"Arthur," called Mrs. Weasley. "It's time to go or you'll miss the portkey."

"Oh, dear," said Mr. Weasley. "Well everyone, grab your things and let's be off."

The walk to Stoatshead Hill felt like it would take forever to end. When we did finally reach the hill, my legs felt like they were going to break underneath me.

"Arthur, there you are," called out a man from a short distance.

"Amos," Mr. Weasley waved. "Nice to see you. Where is that boy of yours?"

"Oh, Cedric? He's uh, he's… well he was here a second ago."

Suddenly there was a sound of someone jumping out the tree behind me.

"Boo," a voice whispered in my ear.

I flinched so badly that my legs finally did give out on me, but before I could hit the ground, Cedric scooped me up into his strong arms.

"Sorry, Hermione," Cedric apologized with a smile. "I couldn't resist."

"Damn it, Diggory," I yelled. "Put me down!"

"Why?" Cedric asked still smiling. "You can barely stand."

"Just put me down!"

Cedric chuckled softly as he placed me back on the ground. My legs immediately began to shake when they touched the grass.

"See?" said Cedric.

"I can handle it," I snapped. "You're such a jerk," I muttered quietly.

Cedric smiled even brighter. I glared at him as I made my way to Harry and Ron.

"What was that about?" Ron asked.


"You and Diggory," sad Ron. "Is there something going on between you two?"

"Don't be stupid," I snapped.

"Ah, there you are," we heard Amos Diggory say. We turned around to see Cho Chang and Luna Lovegood and someone who looked to be Luna's father coming toward us. Luna went straight to Ron, kissing him on the cheek and Cho did the same with Harry.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," Harry laughed as Cho laid her head on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry," Cho yawned. "I'm just not used to getting up this early."

"Yes, I can see that," said Harry as he kissed Cho's hair. "I'm sure you'll be able to rest when we get there."

"I hope so," mumbled Cho.

Harry chuckled.

"I'm surprised at you," said Luna.

"Why is that?" Ron asked.

"Normally, you don't get to the platform until the last minute and yet, here you are at the World Cup on time," said Luna with one of her dreamy smiles.

"Well -"

"Trust me, Luna," said Harry. "He was intending on staying in bed."

Luna laughed as she wrapped her arms around Ron's waist.

"Thanks mate," Ron mumbled.

"No problem."

"Time to go," we heard Mr. Weasley call.

We all gather around what looked like a mangled old boot. Mr. Weasley was on my right and to my dismay, Cedric was on my left.

"You just have to reach out and touch it," he whispered in my ear.

"I kind of figured that," I hissed as I glared at him. He just continued to smile at me, which made me even more annoyed and angry.

"Five seconds," said Mr. Weasley looking at his watch.

Everyone touched a part of the boot that they could reach, although it wasn't easy with so many people around it.


The next thing I knew my feet were being lifted from the ground and I was being pulled forward. The speed we were going was so fast that I had to close my eyes to keep them from stinging. I could feel my finger begin to slip off the boot.

"No!" I heard someone shout as I was being thrown away from everyone.