"You're crazy!" Ophelia scoffed.

She was walking to the great hall with the twins. They were both telling her about their plans to enter the triwizard tournament.

"Crazy for you." Fred flirted, wrapping his arm around Ophelia.

"Do you flirt with all of your little brothers bestfriends?" Ophelia laughed, removing Fred's arm from her shoulders.

"Only you." Fred grinned.

Ophelia rolled her eyes as they walked through the doors of the great hall.

"Sorry Fred, but I'm not interested." Ophelia said truthfully. "I like somebody else." She spun around and walked over to the gryffindor table.

The table was mostly empty. Hermione was sitting with her book and watching as people put their names into the burning goblet.

Ophelia could see Harry and Ron standing over with some other students such as Dean And Seamus. They seemed excited to see who was going to enter their names into the goblet.

"Hey Mione." Ophelia greeted, sitting on the table next to her. "Who's all entered so far?"

Hermione put down her book and raised her eyebrow at the twins who were taking some sort of aging potion off into the distance.

"Viktor Krum, Fleur Delacour, and a few others." Hermione replied, looking at the circle with the goblet in it.

Fred and George were now hopping into the circle. Many people were cheering as they put their names into the goblet. Seconds later, the twins flew out of the circle and were wrestling on the ground. Both had beards and were yelling like crazy.

Ophelia stood up and went to walk over to Harry. That's when she realized he was talking with Cho Chang. Alright then.

She walked over to Cedric and leaned against the wall beside him.

"Putting your name in?" Ophelia questioned.

"Should I?" He replied, holding out the parchment with his name on it, though he was grinning.

When Ophelia nodded, Cedric kicked off the wall and walked into the circle, dropping his name into the goblet.

"Yeah Cedric!" Ophelia cheered.

He walked back out of the circle and walked over, still smiling. Shortly after Cho Chang walked over.

"Well hello!" Cho greeted. "I'm Cho Chang. You're Ophelia Granger I believe?"

"Yeah I am!" Ophelia replied, shaking Cho's hand.

Cedric chuckled and wrapped his arm around Cho. They really were an adorable couple.

"Well I hope to see you around more often." Cho giggled. Cedric smiled and turned, walking away with Cho under his arm.

Ophelia found herself really wanting to hate Cho, but she just couldn't. She was the sweetest girl ever. Its not her fault Harry probably wants to-

Ophelia cut off her thoughts and glanced up to Harry. Both him and Ron were staring at Ophelia. Truth be told she was still quite jealous that Harry was looking at Cho how he did, but she couldn't be mad at him because he liked somebody other than her.

Both boys walked over to Ophelia moments later.

"Hey Ophelia." Harry said. "You're friends with Cedric?"

Ophelia lowered her eyebrows in confusion and glanced up at Harry.

"Yeah I am." She smiled. "He's just a friend though."

Ron whispered something into Harry's ear; he seemed to be quite serious about whatever he was saying.

Harry scratched the back of his neck and looked over to the front. Bloody hell, Ophelia was blushing like crazy just from him doing that. She couldn't tell if it was adorable or extremely hot.

"I'm gonna go sit." Ophelia said, trying not to show how flustered she was. "Dumbledore is here anyways."

Ophelia brushed past Harry. They caught each other's eyes for a moment; the spark that egnited in Ophelias heart was very clear to her, she just hoped Harry felt the same.

~

"Our Durmstrang champion, Viktor Krum." Dumbledore announced.

Everybody except for Hermione was cheering. She just simply rolled her eyes as Krum waved to everybody and shook Dumbledores hand.

Another name came out of the goblet.

"Our Beauxbatons champion, Fleur Delacour!" Dumbledore shouted. Everybody's applause, especially Ron's, shook the room. "And lastly, our Hogwarts Champion, Cedric Diggory!"

"Yeah Ced!" Ophelia yelled, following in a whistle. She clapped and glanced to Cho who was also clapping.

Cho glanced to her aswell, sending her a sweet smile. It was good to know that Cho knew Ophelia and Cedric were just friends; maybe that way Ophelia could be friends with Cho too.

Ron and Harry clapped along as Cedric walked up to the front. He shook Dumbledores hand firmly before walking out of sight. He truly deserved that.

Before Dumbledore could begin to speak, another name flew out of the goblet. All of the students went silent as he gripped it into his hand, but nobody saw what was coming next. Ophelia had a good guess though.

"Harry Potter." Dumbledore announced, sending his glance to Harry.

Harry stood there in complete shock. Everybody was staring at him; some had looks of anger and some of confusion. It was hard to tell who felt what. The only person Harry could tell wasn't angry or confused, was Ophelia.

"Harry go!" Hermione insisted, shoving Harry forward.

Before he could walk too far, Ophelia gripped his hand below everybody's view. She squeezed it tightly, hoping somehow that he was the one who put his name in, and not somehow who she suspected, Lord Voldemort.

"Be safe." Ophelia whispered. "Please Harry."

Harry squeezed her hand and smiled before continuing to walk forward. He shook Dumbledores hand and continued to walk out of view. Ophelia could feel her heart beating heavily as he disappeared from her sight.

She glanced back at Hermione and Ron. Ron was already storming out along with several other students. Hermione was sitting, staring at Ophelia with complete concern and confusion.

Though, it almost seemed as if for once, Ophelia was more worried than Hermione.

"He'll be alright Mione." Ophelia tried to reassure her sister. "He's brilliant isn't he?"

~

"Harry!" Ophelia yelled, rushing down the stairs into the common room.

It was nearly 12:00pm and Harry was just arriving to the common room. Ophelia had stayed up sitting on the stairs waiting for him to return.

"Hey Ophelia." Harry chuckled, biting his lip awkwardly.

Ophelia gripped her arms around Harry tightly and nearly knocked him off of his feet.

"You didn't put your name in did you?" Ophelia questioned, pulling away but unknowingly keeping her arms around his neck.

"Of course not." Harry replied. "You believe me don't you?"

Ophelia lowered off of her tippy toes and realized her arms were still around his neck. She also realized his hands were still rested on her hips. She blushed as she removed her arms from his shoulders. He realized and removed his from her hips aswell.

"Obviously I believe you." Ophelia said. "Though Ron is REALLY pissed."

"What the bloody hell did I do?" Harry retorted. He realized his rude tone and gave Ophelia an apologetic look.

She was one of the only people who seemed to believe him right now; she also stayed up until he returned. He loved that she did those kind of things for him.

"He thinks you put your name in to get attention." Ophelia replied, staring blankly at Harry's face.

His features were glowing due to the light from the fireplace; his soft green eyes looked down into hers, leaving a trace of desperation, but for what?

She blushed as she looked away. Keeping her glance with Harry would only make her fall harder.

"Well he's an idiot." Harry scoffed, walking towards the stairs.

"Well goodnight to you too." Ophelia snarled. Harry was really going to leave even when she stayed up waiting for him.

Harry took a deep breath, realizing he was being a jerk. He turned around and walked over to Ophelia.

"Thank you." He whispered, staring down at her. "You seem to be the only one who cares right now."

"Always Harry." Ophelia whispered. "Like I said, I'll never leave your side. Even through all these tasks."

Harry stepped forward for a moment before stepping back quickly.

"Goodnight Ophelia." Harry whispered.

"Goodnight." Ophelia cooed.

They both smiled as Harry turned and walked off up the stairs, leaving Ophelia alone in the common room.

She glanced over to the fire, unsure of how to feel.

The feelings she had for Harry were far stronger than anything she had felt before. Harry was different than everybody else; her fear was that he was going to find somebody new and forget about her. What if that happened?

Ophelia wanted nothing more than to be with Harry. Be able to feel his lips against hers and his arms around her. Just to have the sense of comfort that she would be able to call Harry hers.

"Oh Harry Potter." Ophelia mumbled. "Whatever are you doing to me?"

It seemed as though, the glass bottle was no longer in her possession, but now in Harry Potters.

The boy who lived, yet the boy who would learn to love.