Youngblood: Champions {Year 4, Book 2}

= Chapter 5 =

"Harry and Draco have spotted the snitch! Who will catch it first and win the game?!" Lillian's friendly voice said over the speakers.

"You think we'll win?" Vivid asked Aspen, who nodded.

"Obviously, Draco's good." She replied, keeping her gaze on Draco.

Back in their second year at Hogwarts, Aspen and Draco weren't 'dating' but had an obvious flirtatious relationship that was even visible to the dumbest muggle.

"Draco catches the snitch! Slytherin wins the match!" Lillian yelled as the Slytherin crowd bubbled over in cheers while the Gryffindor side groaned, bummed.

Draco landed on the field as his teammates rushed to congratulate him or pat him on the back. He looked into the crowd, his gaze searching for Aspen. His eyes stop when he finds her, smirking that trademark, infamous smirk. Aspen waves shyly as he blows a kiss, their eyes remaining locked on each other. Aspen blushed, turning quickly away.

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Older students placed their names into the Goblet of Fire, the blue fire blazing as it consumed the small slip of paper. Lillian skipped in happily, holding Cedric's hand as he stepped over the aging line that Dumbledore had put up to ensure that no under-age witches or wizards could enter their name.

"Go." Lillian smiled, releasing his hand.

Cedric chuckled, smiling proudly as the Goblet accepted his name, consuming it as it had done the others. He returned to Lillian on the other side, pecking her on the forehead.

"So...?" Lillian said.

"I did it." He laughed.

She pounced on him, ruffling his hair as they walked out together, smiling hand-in-hand.

"Eternal glory, be brilliant wouldn't it? In three years from now we'll be old enough to be chosen." Ron said, eyeing the Goblet greedily, sitting next to Mya.

"Yeah, well, rather you than me." Harry shrugged, resting his head on Dove's shoulder as he watched Fred and George Weasley, Ron's older brothers walk proudly into the room carrying a small bottle containing a potion, everyone cheers.

"Thank you, thank you. Well, lads, we've done it." George smiled proudly.

"Cooked it up just this morning." Fred's excitement wasn't containable.

"It's not going to work." Dove stated blandly, laying her head on Harry's

"Oh yeah? And why's that, Copper?" Fred smirks, coming up to her.

"You see this? This is an age line. Dumbledore drew it himself." Hermione interrupted, rolling her eyes.

"So?" The twins said in unison.

"So a genius like Dumbledore couldn't possible be fooled by something pathetically dimwitted such as an age potion." Dove and Hermione said together, fist-bumping afterwards.

"That's why it's so brilliant." George said as the girls rolled their eyes once again.

"Ready Fred?" George asked.

"Ready George!" Fred replied as they both took a swig of the potion, then stepping over the aging line.

The line caves in, not doing anything to them at first as everyone around cheers, even Aspen. The twins high-fived, placing their names into the Goblet of Fire. The Goblet acts up, spitting them out of the line as their hair becomes grey, they grow beards, and their skin becomes old and wrinkly.

"You said..." Fred accused.

"Fred you said..." George looked at his brother angrily.

The twins rolled around fighting, setting the scene for the hysterically laughing students littered around the room. As soon as Krum entered the room, everyone went silent. Even Fred and George backed away from him, afraid of his sternness. Krum dropped his name into the flame. It consumed it, taking it happily. Krum looked over at Aspen, smiling. She gave a slight, confused smile back, waving slightly.

Thoughts raced through her head - why had he smiled at her?