Up to No Good ~a Fred Weasley(+ cedric diggory) fanfiction~

~𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕟~

Hand in hand, Cedric and I walked into the Great Hall. Before splitting off he pulled me in for a kiss,

"Good luck." I said and smiled then I walked to the Gryffindor table,

"Hope it's Angelina," said Fred to the rest of the table as I sat down

"So do I!" said Hermione breathlessly.

"I do too." I said and everyone looked at me,

"Didn't pretty boy put his name in?" Seamus asked and I nodded,

"Then why don't you want it to be him?" Dean asked,

"Because I don't want him being chosen to be part of a dangerous competition."

"I just wish it didn't exist at all. It's too scary." Neville said

"Well, we'll soon know!" Said Hermione

The Halloween feast seemed to take much longer than usual. Perhaps because it was our second feast in two days.

At long last, the golden plates returned to their original spotless state; there was a sharp upswing in the level of noise within the Hall, which died away almost instantly as Dumbledore got to his feet. On either side of him, Professor Karkaroff and Madame Maxime looked as tense and expectant as anyone. Ludo Bagman was beaming and winking at various students. Mr. Crouch, however, looked quite uninterested, almost bored.

"Well, the goblet is almost ready to make its decision," said Dumbledore. "I estimate that it requires one more minute. Now, when the champions' names are called, I would ask them please to come up to the top of the Hall, walk along the staff table, and go through into the next chamber" — he indicated the door behind the staff table — "where they will be receiving their first instructions."

My heart was beating fast. I glanced over to Cedric and saw him looking at me, he smiled and I smiled back trying to seem like I wasn't hoping against him

"Any second," Lee Jordan whispered

The flames inside the goblet turned suddenly red again. Sparks began to fly from it. Next moment, a tongue of flame shot into the air, a charred piece of parchment fluttered out of it — the whole room gasped. Dumbledore caught the piece of parchment and held it at arm's length, so that he could read it by the light of the flames, which had turned back to blue-white.

"The champion for Durmstrang," he read, in a strong, clear voice, "will be Viktor Krum."

"No surprises there!" yelled Ron as a storm of applause and cheering swept the Hall. Harry saw Viktor Krum rise from the Slytherin table and slouch up toward Dumbledore; he turned right, walked along the staff table, and disappeared through the door into the next chamber.

"Bravo, Viktor!" boomed Karkaroff, so loudly that everyone could hear him, even over all the applause. "Knew you had it in you!

The clapping and chatting died down. Now everyone's attention was focused again on the goblet, which, seconds later, turned red once more. A second piece of parchment shot out of it, propelled by the flames.

"The champion for Beauxbatons," said Dumbledore, "is Fleur Delacour!"

"It's her, Ron!" Harry shouted as the girl who so resembled a veela got gracefully to her feet, shook back her sheet of silvery blonde hair, and swept up between the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables.