Girl Who Escaped {Harry Potter: The Goblet of Fire} [BEING EDITED]

[5] The Goblet of Fire

RE-EDITED

9/7/15

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[Chapter 5: The Goblet of Fire.]

"I don't believe it!" Ron said in a stunned voice as the Hogwarts students filed back up the steps behind the party from Durmstrang. "Krum, Harry! Viktor Krum!"

      "For heaven's sake, Ron, he's only a Quidditch player," said Hermione.

     "Only a Quidditch player?" Ron said, looking at her as though he couldn't believe his ears. "Hermione--he's one of the best Seekers in the world! I had no idea he was still in school!"

     "Slow down there, fanboy, you're about to lose all your oxygen," I smiled. Quidditch hype aside, I felt a draw to meet him too. There was something demanding about his very presence that gave off a certain powerful, strong vibe.

     As we all recrossed the entrance hall with the rest of the Hogwarts students heading for the Great Hall, I saw Lee Jordan jumping up and down on the soles of his feet to get a better look at the back of Krum's head. Several sixth-year girls were frantically searching their pockets as they walked.

     "Oh I don't believe it, I haven't got a single quill on me--"

     "D'you think he'd sign my hat in lipstick?"

     "Really," Hermione said loftily as they passed the girls, now squabbling over the lipstick. Even I thought Krum was cute, and that was without the star-struck factor. Hermione was just growing steadily immune to cute people, I supposed.

     "I'm getting his autograph if I can," said Ron. "You haven't got a quill, have you, Harry?"

     "Nope, they're upstairs in my bag," said Harry.

     "Maybe he'll spell it out for you in pasta noodles!" I clapped, walking briskly ahead.

      Ron looked as though he wanted to kick me as I walked in front of him, "You suck the fun out of everything, Ash."

     "I'll have to disagree," I said, throwing a shady smirk over my shoulder at the red-headed boy. "I'm a riot."

      We walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat down at our usual spots. Ron took care to sit on the side facing the doorway, because Krum and his fellow Durmstrang students were still gathered around it, apparently unsure about where they should sit. The students from Beauxbatons had chosen seats at the Ravenclaw table. They were looking around the Great Hall with glum expressions on their faces. Three of them were still clutching scarves and shawls around their heads.

     "It's not that cold," said Hermione defensively. "Why didn't they just bring cloaks?"

     "Stupidity?" I offered, making her crack a laugh.

     "Over here! Come and sit over here!" Ron hissed. "Over here! Hermione, budge up, make a space--"

     "What?" We both spat at the same time.

     "Too late," said Ron bitterly.

     Viktor Krum and his fellow Durmstrang students had settled themselves at the Slytherin table. Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle looked very smug about this. Malfoy bent forward to speak to Krum and I fought away an oncoming eyeroll. If Krum happened to be suckered in by people as infuriating as Malfoy, maybe he wasn't worth the meet and greet after all.