"What happened, Ron? Did your crush just reject you?" I laughed as I approached him and Harry in the great hall. The ginger boy looked rather helpless with his hand up, waving at a guy who didn't even pay an ounce of attention to either of them.

The goblet of fire was standing in the centre of the hall and students old enough to compete have been submitting their names all day today.

Needless to say, every Durmstrang student wanted a shot at eternal glory, and Vik and Alexei were no different. The only reason Wren and I came here in the first place was to support them.

Harry giggled at my remark while Ron just scoffed, quickly lowering his hand. "I mean, I can't blame you," I continued with a smirk, looking after the Hufflepuff who just put his name in the cup.

"Y/n!" Harry snickered, and I broke out into laughter.

"I'm just kidding," I said after I calmed down, rolling my eyes at my brother's serious attitude. "Honestly didn't expect any Hufflepuffs to enter, I'm pleasantly surprised."

"Weren't you the one complaining about being wrongfully judged for your house just last year?" Wren pointed out with an eyebrow raised, and I sighed in defeat.

"My bad," I quickly said, my hands up in surrender. "I didn't mean for it to sound like it was a bad thing."

"The Hufflepuff," Harry began, nodding towards the door which the guy had just disappeared through. "His name is Cedric Diggory. We travelled to the Quidditch world cup with him and his dad," he explained.

The world cup. With so much going on, I completely forgot about what had happened. I still had to talk to Harry about it. The conversation on the train didn't really count.

"Yeah, we'll still talk about that," my brother assured before I could even say anything about it. I nodded, satisfied with that. "Anyway, I thought we would be, like, friends afterwards, but I guess not."

"Aw, so you're the one with the crush?" Wren said, her tone matching mine from earlier.

"You two really are made for each other, aren't you?" Harry said, annoyed, but a small smile formed on his face as the words left his mouth anyway.

I laughed, ruffling through her hair, and she let out a small squeal in response. I didn't know what I'd do without her here.

Wren and I sat down next to Hermione, who was sitting on the bench behind us, her nose buried in a book.

We watched Ron's brothers completely mess up their plan of entering the tournament even though they were underaged. And, of course, Hermione did end up being right. Dumbledore couldn't possibly be fooled by something as dim-witted as an ageing potion.

"Oh, look. It's the guy Ron actually has a crush on," Harry joked before the entire hall fell quiet at Viktors entrance.

I watched him and Karkaroff walk through the hall and noticed Hermione's attention suddenly diverting off her precious book onto them, as well.

Just as Vik let the piece of parchment with his name on it fall into the goblet, he gave the brunette a small smirk before walking back towards the exit.

"What was that all about?!" I asked Hermione, my voice a little higher than usual and full of excitement. "Don't tell me you guys hit it off or something!"

"What?" She said quickly, "I have no idea what you're talking about, Y/n." She shook her head slightly before diverting her attention back onto the pages, a small smile on her lips.

Before I could say anything else, a loud groan from Harry caught my attention. I turned towards him and his best friend, who was furiously pushing him towards me.

"What's going on?" I asked as I got up, an amused expression on my face.

"Ron would like me to ask you whether you know Viktor Krum," Harry stated, his voice full of annoyance. He gave his best friend a quick look as if saying 'Are you happy now?'

"Well, sort of, yeah," I said, and I barely finished my sentence when Ron nudged Harry's side.

"See, I told you!" He hissed, a hint of excitement in his voice. "Can you tell me about him? Like, what's he like?" His eyes got wide; he was almost begging me to do so.

So, while Wren and Harry quickly found excuses to leave the situation, I was stuck with Ron for almost an hour, talking about my years at Durmstrang with the guy.

"I'd love to continue this, Ron, "I trailed off, my eyes scanning the empty hall. "But I really have to go now."

He tried to stop me, but, unlike the other dozens of times I've already tried to get away from him, this time I didn't let him lure me back in.

I left the great hall in a hurry, scared he'd come up with something else to talk about and went to get back to the dungeons. But, just as I turned around the corner from the hall, I ran into a tall figure.

It didn't even take a second for me to recognise it was Malfoy. Even though the corridor wasn't lit very well, the hint of mint and green apples in the air gave him away pretty quickly.

"God, what could Weasley possibly be talking about for an hour?" The blonde snapped as soon as my eyes met his.

"Trust me, he could've gone on for much longer," I sighed, still glad I got away from him when I did. "Wait, were you watching us?"

He started walking down the corridor and, as I was planning on going the same way, I followed him. He shook his head at my question, walking a little slower so that I could catch up.

"No," He said. "I was waiting."

"Waiting?" My brows furrowed in confusion, his explanation not making anything any clearer.

"Well, how am I supposed to know this was going to last an hour," He shrugged nonchalantly, his eyes focused on the long corridor in front of us leading to the dungeons.

"Why would you be waiting for me, anyway?" My voice still sounded just as clueless, and nothing he said gave me any hints as to what was actually going on.

At that, he stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes quickly scanning the area we were in before ultimately landing on me - a small smirk formed on his lips.

"You know why, Potter."

His voice was low, deeper than usual, as he took a few steps towards me, automatically forcing my back against the wall.

No matter how hard I tried to keep a straight face, a smirk forced itself onto my lips as I noticed the situation we were in. The situation he put us in.

My hands found themselves behind his neck, and I pulled him a little closer, our faces only inches from each other. "Are you sure you're not gonna be the one catching feelings, Malfoy?" I said mockingly, my voice as innocent as I could fake it. "It's just, you know, waiting outside rooms when I'm busy, d-"

Before I could finish my sentence, I was interrupted by his lips on mine.

"I'm sure," He mumbled into the kiss, and I smiled, wondering whether I would end up being right about this one.

A/N: I rlly googled "what's a normal age to start making out" before I wrote this part and it said 12-15 DON'T COME FOR ME THEY ARE RIGHT IN BETWEEN THERE!!! djknskjn
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