The Secret Life of Cherry Potter ( A Harry Potter fanfiction )

Chapter Six: Dragons Are Never Good Company

Anxiety floats through the stuffy dark tent, as everyone tests their wands and pulls on fire proof gloves to

protect their fingers. Everyone in this tent is different from me, everyone here is worried about themselves

whereas I am mainly concerned about Harry. I don't mean to brag but I am a pretty capable wizard and have

gotten myself out of plenty of tight jams before. A dragon should be no trouble, especially if it's asleep. Don't

tell anyone but I have a draught of sleeping potion hidden away in my robes. One swallow and I'm home free

! I pull my attention over to Harry who looks pretty pale and nervous. " Harry," I whisper motioning for him to

take a seat beside me. " Don't be nervous, nervous never gets anyone anywhere. Just go out there and

concentrate." I instruct, but am interrupted by a hissed whisper from outside." Harry !" Hermoine whispers,

which makes me roll my eyes. Harry nods his head in thank you, and shuffles over to Hermoine's voice. " Are

you alright, Harry ?" She whispers. Oh please ! Does she honestly think I'm going to let anything happen to

him. " I'm as alright as it get to having to fight a dragon." He murmurs. " The key is too concentrate ," She

advices. Oh come on I just said that ! " Thanks, Hermoine !" The next thing I know Hermoine is jumping

through the loose curtain that is hiding us away from the crowd and grabbing Harry into a hug. " Oh Look,

Young Love !!" Rita Skeeter screams, bursting into the tent. " Hey !!! You aren't supposed to be in here !!" I

report, flicking my wand to close the tent opening. " Yeah this tent is for champions and friends only !!" Victor

Krum states in his deep voice. Rita Skeeter ignores our objections and makes her way over to Harry. "

Skeeter leave." I warn. " Oh please !" She ignores. " Well for the record I warned her." I state, as I hit her with

a stunning spell. " Sorry, Skeeter." I say insincerely. " Can you help me carry her out of here, Victor ?" He

nods and grabs her arms. " Here I got it," Cedric cuts in helping Victor. " Thanks," They discreetly pull her out

of the tent, and into the bleachers. " Do you like my brother or something ?" I murmur into Hermoine ear once

we are alone. Her cheeks flash red. " Of course not ! " She objects. " It's just like he is a brother to me." She

says. "Yeah I know the feeling," I joke. She giggles. Cedric and Victor return followed by Dumbledore and

Barty Crouch. " Uh good morning champions. The first task will be dragons, so if you could please reach into

the bag and pick your dragon." He explains, pulling out a small black bag. " Ladies first." Crouch thrusts the

bag at me and I timidly pull out a small green dragon. " Aw the common green welsh. You next. " Victor pulls

out a small black dragon. " Oh the Chinese fire bolt." Victory observes passing the bag to Cedric. Cedric pulls

out a Swedish Short-Snout, and finally the bag is placed in Harry's hand. My breath gets stuck in my throat,

but thankfully only Dumbledore notices. " Uh yes the Hungarian Horntail." Crouch says nervously. No !! How