That Damn Weasley Charm II G.W

Part 4, Chapter 23- Viktor and Fleur's dragons

"One down, three to go! Please, show us the next beast!" Mister Bagman practically screams. The crowd erupts in cheers as the big door at the left end of the arena opens once again. Another dragon, a bigger, scarier dragon, works its way out to the middle of the arena where the nest has been moved to.

"Common Welsh Green that one is." George says peering over the rail like he can't see it perfectly fine where he is, "That's a beast of a dragon."

My heart leaps out of my chest, I'd rather have Harry battle this one than the Hungarian Horntail that Charlie and I were talking about a few nights ago. Please let this one be Harry's, please let this one be...

"Ladies and Gentlemen! Miss Fleur Delacour!"

Fuck.

Fleur doesn't come out of the champions door as strong as Cedric did but you can see in her face just how fierce she is. Instantly her wand is in her hand. She uses Cedric's technique, jumping from rock formation to rock formation, but instead of getting closer to the nest, she gets closer to the dragon.

"She's absolutely stunning isn't she?" Fred sighs. I could barely hear him so I haven't got a single clue how Emma heard him from three seats away.

"She's way out of your league. She's battling a dragon and you couldn't even get past an age line." Emma says back to him.

Fleur tightens her grip on her wand and waves it sharply through the air. Blue-grey fog seeps out of the tip of her wand and down to the ground. It snakes around itself before floating into the dragons nose. Instantly the dragon falls asleep. The crowd is deafening. All the Beauxbatons students scream in support.

Fleur steps from her hiding spot and starts to walk past the sleeping dragon carefully. A nearly flawless plan is interrupted by a quick breath out of the dragons nose, accompanied by fire that catches on Fleur's skirt. The crowd gasps but Fleur barley blinks. She puts the fire out with almost a lazy squish of her wand and continues around the dragon. She steps over its tail and picks up the golden egg like it was nothing.

"And just like that! Beauxbaton champion Miss Fleur Delacour survives a vicious dragon and moves onto the next round! Might want to invest in a new skirt before then." Mister Bagman shouts.

"That only took like ten minutes! That girls wicked." Emma says.

Fred and George open the little case that they were using to keep everyone's in order and update the list of people. Even with her fantastic performance Fleur only scored a six out of ten from the judges which puts her behind Cedric who managed to get a seven.

"If Viktor and Harry get higher than a seven then we'll have a lot of angry Hufflepuffs on our hands. Already nearly every Beauxbaton is mad, especially since they remember that they're down a galleon each." George says. He holds out a long roll of parchment in front of him counting names.

"So how does your betting work? How do you two end up with money at the end of it all?" Lee asks.

"Costs a galleon to put your name on the list beside who you think is going to win. If the person you've bet on wins then we give you two galleons. But their really only making one galleon in profit because it costs a galleon to put your name in anyways. If your champion loses you get nothing. About half the crowd pitched in, about a hundred put their money on Cedric, and he's gotten a fairly low score. Which means as long as Harry and Viktor do better than him then we've made loads of money." George explains.

"Viktor's got all of fifteen votes on him. Twelve from Durmstrang and three from Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle. Fleurs only got about seven, all from Beauxbaton. And Harrys got about thirty or so. Each from Gryffindor." Fred adds on.