Hey guuyyys! So I'm trying to do this weekly, hopefully! MOMENT YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR... SORT OF! Have fun, hope you feel something when you read this.

Trinity squeezed the hem of her robes as she made her way into the arena. She was early, and no one was there, but she didn't want to wait until they were all called before coming. The thought had occurred to her that most of her friends were competing in the life threatening competition and she'd have to find Miranda and Draco or sit alone. She had stayed up much past the time Harry had permitted her to go to bed, much to his dismay, and had taught him everything she knew about every dragon they had seen. She had forgotten though, about Fleur and Cedric, who also were going against this thing, and although Trinity had taught Fleur she hadn't nearly given her as much information as Harry, and was suddenly scared it wouldn't be enough; that she may get hurt. And Cedric, well, she hadn't helped him at all. What if he got hurt? She supposed she wasn't that close to him but she still felt worry.

She sat in the empty arena and buried her face in her hands. She would be failing her father if he did poorly, but somehow, in her time at Hogwarts so far, those things had become smaller. Something had passed her father a bit. It was her own urge, her own massive urge, to help Harry. She wanted him to be okay and happy and healthy more than anything, because she cared about him, more than she'd cared about anyone, ever. And just as she felt tears start in her eyes at the idea of what might happen to him, she felt Dumbledore pull on her robes and she was pulled aside. "Miss Smith, you're wanted in the competitor's tent." He stated with a smile and she nodded and followed after him.

What could be the problem? Did Harry need her for something? Did he forget a spell, was the potion not working? She clutched the talking sweet in her pocket to make sure it was there.

As soon as she entered the tent she was engulfed in a hug by Fleur, who looked a wreck.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"I have to thank you!" She stated, patting her shoulders. "I want to thank you for everything!"

Trinity smiled at her, taking her hands. "You'll be fine."

Fleur crushed her in another hug and Trinity looked over her shoulder at Harry, who looked as though he was in such a state of concentration he looked as though a vein on his head may burst. His eyes were closed so he did not see her, and she looked to see if he was okay, but before she could excuse herself to talk to him, Fleur said,

"At least zat dreadful Rita Skeeter isn't here!"

Trinity looked to her, confused. "Who?" She asked

"Rita Skeeter! Ze most nasty vile woman I have ever met!" She shouted in anger.

"What does she do?" Trinity asked.

"She takes story's, and turns them into bad things!" Victor Krum stated, looking rather angry as he walked around the tent. She had never heard him speak before, and he had a very deep pounding voice.

Harry put up his head and looked for the first time at the sound of Trinity's voice. When she caught eyes with him she felt better, and he gave her a small smile and she wanted to go over to him but Fleur still held her hands and she didn't know how to leave her.

She saw Cedric then, hands going through his hair as he walked around. She thought of what he had told her about Harry. He noticed her in the tent and gave her a tight smile, the same one Harry had given her, and she smiled sympathetically.

Fleur noticed Trinity's looks and straightened up, wiping her tears now looking motivated. "I just wanted to thank you." She told Trinity, giving her a stern look of power. "For everything."

She nodded and hugged her one more time and left straight for Harry. She sat down next to him and he gave her a soft smile and she asked, "You okay?" It was a silly question, but she wanted the comfort of thinking maybe there was a possibility he was.

He nodded. "I'm okay. Are you tired?" He asked.

She shook her head. Then there was a silence. A silence of fear, on both parts, and eventually their hands found each other and they stayed there, intertwined and held, together. For they were together in this. Always.

"Miss Smith?" It was Dumbledore, calling her over probably to enter the stands. She nodded and before she got up turned to Harry and tapped her pocket, for both him and her to remember that they'd be there to help each other, the whole time. That neither of them would be alone.

She walked into the stands of people filled with excitement when all she herself could feel was dread. She was so distraught she could barely conjure up the focus to find Miranda and Draco in the stands. Finally she sat next to them who were smiling and seemed happy, but could not make herself so, and Miranda patted her back and she smiled at her for the attempt at comfort.

And she waited those first few minutes, with haltered breath, to see who entered first.

Cedric. Both relief and sadness stuck her, but she became attentive and watched him as he made his way toward his dragon, a short snout. Ludo Baggans commentated the whole thing, just as he had the quidditch cup. Every strike it took Trinity flinched, and she realized the air of the arena had changed into something much more nervous and angsty, and excitement had died down.

When he performed the transfiguration spell she was quite impressed, but the strategy was weak, and as soon as the Dragon turned to him instead Trinity couldn't help herself, in the stands as everyone gasped she screamed, louder than she had ever screamed, for she was never to speak above her whisper almost her entire life, "Watch out!" And it was as though all the voice she had saved up all those years came through, and he turned immediately and found Trinity in the stands, and dodged the attack. She sat down slowly, taking a slow exhale, and felt everyone's eyes on her. But it didn't last long; they all went back to him. Now he had gone to a different part of the stadium, and the dog was circling the dragon's feet and it had become confused, and Cedric eventually made it, slowly, to the egg. She sighed in relief knowing it was going to be okay, hoping…

Then she watched again at the entrance, ignoring the dragon trainers subduing the short snout and focusing on the next person out, hand on her sweet. But it wasn't Harry, it was Fleur. She gripped her hem tightly and stayed erect as Fleur walked out to see the welsh green, her arms tightly to her sides. But she did as Trinity had taught her, and had perfected her spell, and it worked like a charm until it got so dizzy it fell on the eggs, and that was points off, plus it took her another five minutes to get enough strength in her spell to lift its arm and get the eggs.

But Fleur was safe. And that's all she cared about.

When Krum came out against the Chinese Fireball, Trinity filled with dread. It meant there was only one dragon left; and it was the worst of all. She barely paid attention through Krum's performance and watched as Harry stepped out into the arena, regret filling her as she saw the horntail. As quickly as she could she popped the sweet into her mouth.

There was a buzzing in her ears, and she waited and waited until she heard something, anything, called out his name over and over in her head, and finally her heard her name back.

Are you okay? She asked desperately.

Kind of. Are you? She heard.

Harry, be serious! Okay, get your broom.

She suddenly heard his booming voice. "Accio Firebolt!"

She waited. Show up. The whole thing had been her idea, she'd told Mad Eye to teach him it in the beginning of the year, and he knew it well now. It was a simple spell. Very useful. She waited desperately, and saw and felt relief flood her body.

Then she saw the fire. Harry! She screamed in her mind and he jumped to the side, catching the broom and going into the air. She was filled with relief and she felt his emotions, him too, relieved, happy, now much more comfortable on his broom. Harry; distract it. She told him. And he flew the other way, taunting it almost.

Fire! She warned, and he'd dodge.

Calm down. He told her and she shook her head, and although he couldn't see it he still felt it.

I can't. She thought. You might get hurt.

I just want you to feel better. His voice was almost pleading as he flew and flew and dodged and Trinity tuned out all else except for him.

He went to get it, and he swooped down. Harry, be careful. She thought.

I will. He said, but in the exact moment a horn on its tail hit his side and she was so scared and fearful she started to cry and say, please be okay, are you okay? Answer me Harry!

I'm okay. It's barely a scratch. He said, and she gulped. And then something happened. She closed her eyes, and she thought of him, and only him, and thought of nothing but making sure he was okay, making sure that he was confident and smart and cunning, and she gave him all of herself, let him see everything she knew, everything. And she forgot about everything else except that that would help him. And he grabbed the egg.

Suddenly she could hear everything again, a deafening boom in her ears and the announcer screaming about how the youngest was the fastest and she took deep, heaving breaths and tried to hold on, because when she had given all she had to Harry, he had done the same, and she only knew how he had felt in that moment, and the fear was still coursing through her and out of her.

And she'd seen one more thing. His mother and father. In the very back of his mind, he had imagined them cheering him on. And she realized her father had killed them. And she would kill him.

She got up from the stands and started to walk away, away from it all and all of it, and walked past the tent and still heard Harry's thoughts, all circled around her, on why she was feeling upset. And then she felt a touch on her shoulder, and she turned, still crying, to see Harry, who had followed her out into where she was. He took her in his arms as quickly as he could, and she buried her face in his chest and let herself cry and cry, and didn't see the flash of Rita Skeeter's camera as she held onto Harry with her dear life, until they both felt the same feelings of each other, flowing through their minds, and Trinity drowned herself in her sorrow by divulging herself in her one true care and burden.

Awe... Cute. And sad. Well, I hoped you liked it, p.s. sori they didn't kiss! Its coming up, it just didn't feel right right now... But hang on for moreee, yule ball and drama and action and romance! Love you allll! :)