mischievously yours ▫️ f.g.w

chapter 23

It had been a whole week after the second task. Everyone was still raving over it. Cedric had won and Harry followed right behind. Fleur was unable to finish the competition, weak. And Viktor well he was just upset that he didn't win. I mean he was technically second because he came up after Cedric, but they gave it to Harry since he saves Ron and Fleurs sister. Since the second task was over everyone began to wonder what would be the third and final task. With everyone so preoccupied, I wanted to read up on past Triwizard Tournaments to see if I could figure out what the last task could be. Sitting in my little corner of the library as I read up on information. Going through book after book of the history of the tournament.

While I was having a wonderful moment of silence to myself it was soon interrupted when the chair next to me slid out from its spot. Watching out of the corner of my eye as Fred plopped down next to me.

"What in Godrics name are you reading?" He asked as he pulled a book over towards him and randomly flipped through the pages, making me lose my spot.

"I am trying to figure out what the last task will be," I huffed while trying to get my book back from Fred.

"Why can't you wait a few weeks. We will all find out then."

"Because I am impatient and I want to know, now."

"You're cute when you are like this," Fred flirted, passing my book back over to me.

"Are you flirting with me, Weasley?" I asked jokingly. Dropping my arms to my lap.

"Maybe I am," He said, "What are you going to do about?"

I turned my head and looked at him as I looked into his eyes. Noticing how the sunlight back here had made them a bit brighter. They weren't there normal dark brown. They were now a milky chocolate brown. Over the past week, every time Fred and I saw each other in the hallways we stole quick glances and smiles. Making long eye contact in classes if we ever sat across from each other and any other possible way for him to somehow grab my attention.

"What a loss for words," He smirked.

"Whatever Weasley, let me read," I sassed turning my attention back to the book I was reading. But I felt his finger grab my chin. Turning me back towards him as he leaned in closer.

"I've missed you," He whispered before gently placing his lips on mine. Feeling butterflies erupt in my stomach as I leaned in a bit closer. His lips over mine like magic as I placed my hand on his chest to push him away. Not letting myself sink in further to his ways.

"I wish I could say the same but how could I when all you did was annoy me?" I giggled.

"Get back to your reading Whittle, let me know what you come up with," He said as he propped his feet up on the desk.  Resting his head on his hands behind him. I rolled my eyes at him as I turned back to my book. Continuing to read on. Flipping the pages as I was finding nothing. Shifting in my set every now and then. Then I found something.

"I think I know what the last task might be," I said.

"Which is?" Fred asked as I turned to him

"It might be a maze or something along those lines. The last task always involves some sort of hunt. About 60 years so the same two tasks were performed which only means the last task will be a maze."

"You are a genius," Fred smiled.

"No, I just read clearly. Unlike some of us," I sassed.

"If that was a jab at me, I don't think it worked."

"Whatever," I said rolling my eyes, "Don't you have somewhere else to be like Quidditch practice?"

"I do but I wanted to see you since the last time I saw you was...."