As Harry and I paraded into the back room, Fleur Delacour looked around and threw back her long sheet of silvery hair. 

"What is it?" She said. "Do zey want us back in ze Hall?"

She thought we had come to deliver a message. I snickered, high-fiving Harry as the three other champions looked at us in confusion. 

There was a sound of scurrying feet behind us, and Ludo Bagman entered the room. He took Harry and I by the arm and led us forwards, avoiding my eye. 

"Extraordinary!" He muttered, squeezing our arms. "Absolutely extraordinary! Gentlemen... lady." He added, approaching the fireside and addressing the other three. "May I introduce - incredible though it may seem - the FOURTH and FIFTH Triwizard champions?"

Krum nodded at me, and I returned the nod. Cedric reached out a fist and I bumped his with mine. Fleur, however, as I gazed in awe at her, tossed her hair, smiling, and said, "Oh, vairy funny joke, Meester Bagman."

"Joke?" Bagman repeated, bewildered. "No, no, not at all! The twins' names just came out of the Goblet of Fire!"

Fleur frowned. "But evidently zair 'as been a mistake." She said contemptuously to Bagman. "Zey cannot compete. Zey are too young." 

"Well... it is amazing." Bagman said, rubbing his smooth chin and smiling down at my brother. "But, as you know, the age restriction was only imposed this year as an extra safety measure. And as their names have come out of the Goblet... I mean, I don't think there can be any ducking out at this stage... it's down in the rules, you're obliged... the twins will just have to do the best they -"

The door behind us opened again, and a large group of people came in: Dumbledore, followed closely by Crouch, Karkaroff, Maxime, Minnie, and Snape. I heard the buzzing of the hundreds of students on the other side of the wall, before Minnie closed the door. 

"Madame Maxime!" Fleur said at once, striding over to her Headmistress. "Zey are saying zat zese little kids are to compete also!"

"Well, I'm not a little kid, I don't think." I announced, stroking my non-existent beard. "What about you, Harry?"

"Hmm, a tough question." Harry stroked his chin too. "But my answer is, too, that I'm not a little kid." 

Cedric fist-bumped me again, and Krum sent me another nod, a hint of a grin on his face. 

The teachers were all arguing while us students were occupied with each other. Fleur was eyeing me with contempt, and I rolled my eyes at her. No amount of good looks is going to make me accept bitchiness... 

Except Pansy. 

Oops. Did I just say something? Ignore me...

"It's no one's fault but Miss Potter's, Karkaroff." Snape was saying softly. His black eyes were alight with malice. "Undoubtably she dragged her brother into this. Don't go blaming Dumbledore for Miss Potter's determination to break rules. She has been crossing lines ever since she arrived here -"

"Haven't I just?" I said proudly. "I'm glad you remembered, Severus. One would wonder why you've been paying so much attention to me -"

"Did you put your names into the Goblet of Fire, Daisy, Harry?" Dumbledore asked calmly.

"Nah." I said as Harry shook his head. "I tried so many times, but your Age Line got me good, Prof." 

I was very aware of everybody watching me closely, and I took advantage of it by doing my signature hair toss. Snape made a soft noise of impatient disbelief in the shadows. 

"Did you ask an older student to put it into the Goblet of Fire for you?" Dumbledore said, ignoring Snape. 

I spun to Harry, amazed. "Why didn't we think of that?"

"So another no." Minnie said loudly, over Maxime muttering that Dumbledore must have made a mistake with the Age Line. 

"It is possible, of course." Dumbledore said politely.

"Dumbledore, you know perfectly well you did not make a mistake!" Minnie said angrily. "Really, what nonsense! Daisy and Harry could not have crossed the line themselves, and as we believe they did not persuade an older student to do it for them, I'm sure that should be good enough for everybody else!" 

She shot a very angry look at Snape. My respect for Minnie went up.

The teachers continued arguing as Crouch gave us the instructions for the first task, and soon enough Maxime and Karkaroff were storming out with their students, Fleur and Krum looking back at me as they left, Fleur with mild interest, and Krum with half a grin. 

"Daisy, Harry, Cedric, I suggest you go up to bed." Dumbledore said, smiling at both of us. "I am sure Gryffindor and Hufflepuff are waiting to celebrate with you, and it would be a shame to deprive them of this excellent excuse to make a great deal of mess and noise." 

We all glanced at each other and nodded, and we left together. The Great Hall was deserted now; the candles had burnt low, giving the jagged smiles of the pumpkins an eerie, flickering quality.

"So." Cedric said, with a slight smile. "We're playing against each other again!" He referred to that time in third year when we played Quidditch against each other.

"I s'pose." Harry said.

"It'll be class." I grinned at Cedric. "You up for Quidditch next week, too?"

"Always!" We high-fived. "So... tell me..." Cedric said as we reached the Entrance Hall. "How DID you get your names in?"

"We were actually telling the truth, believe it or not." I shrugged. 

"Seriously? The great Daisy Potter couldn't find a way to put her name in the Goblet of Fire?" Cedric teased, grinning.

"Oi. Shove off now, lil' boy." I snorted, and lightly shoved Cedric towards the steps leading down to the Hufflepuffs. Cedric waved, laughing, as he disappeared down the staircase. 

Harry and I joked around and discussed conspiracy theories as we walked up to the Gryffindors. When we reached the Fat Lady, we spotted a wizened witch alongside her who was in one of the portraits in the room downstairs.

"Well, well, well." The Fat Lady said. "Violet's just told me everything. Who's just been chosen as school champions, then?"

"Us!" I squealed, and the Fat Lady squealed along with me, reaching her portrait hand up for a high-five. I slapped the painted hand, grinning, and she swung forwards to let us in without the password.

The blast of noise that met my ears when the portrait opened almost knocked me backwards. Next thing I knew, we were being wrenched inside the common room by about a dozen pairs of hands, and were facing the whole of Gryffindor house, all of whom were screaming, applauding, and whistling. 

"You should've told us you entered, you sneaky hottie!" Fred bellowed, looking deeply impressed, before looking around to see if anyone had noticed his 'hottie' slip-up.

"How did you do it without getting a beard? Brilliant!" George roared, stealing a glance at his twin, smirking. 

"It's just because we're better than everyone else here." I announced smugly. 

Gryffindor house cheered. 

"Damn straight!" Harry yelled, taking a swig of the Butterbeer someone had handed him. 

Angelina swooped down upon us. "Oh, if it couldn't be me, at least it's my favourite Gryffindor -"

"You'll be able to pay back Diggory for that last Quidditch match, Daze!" Katie shrieked. 

"We've got food, Daisy, Harry, come and have some -"

Lee unearthed a Gryffindor banner from somewhere and draped it around me like a cloak. Everyone was forcing Butterbeers on me, stuffing crisps and peanuts into my hands. Everyone wanted to know how I had done it, but I just dodged the question, wanting everyone to still be awed of me. 

"Fred reciprocating, then?" George hissed in my ear during a more mellow part of the evening - only a quarter of the house was screaming and cheering, the rest were all participating in loud chatter and throwing food at each other. 

"What is that supposed to mean?" I rolled my eyes as I leaned back against the wall, sipping my Butterbeer. George scooted closer, nodding towards Fred, who was staring at me from a table not far away. As he noticed me looking, he winked, and turned away towards Lee, who put his head close to his and whispered something excitedly to the ginger. They both turned and stared at me with smirks. I flipped them off. 

"He fancies you." 

"Ha. Okay." I bitch-faced George. 

"More than fancies you." 

"Okay." 

"In fact, I think you both have acted on your immoral feelings." 

"Okay." 

"Having a little snog session in the bathrooms, maybe?"

"How'd you know?" I turned on my best friend, who burst into laughter. 

"I didn't!" George pissed himself even more as I decked him in the arm. "Just an educated guess!"

"You're an uneducated prat, that's what you are." I took another swipe at him before swigging another chug of Butterbeer. 

George shook his head, still grinning. "You two are really alike, y'know. You're perfect for each other." 

I stared off at Fred and Lee, who were trying to convince Dean and Seamus to do body shots, and leaned back against the wall. "Sometimes opposites can be perfect for each other, too..." I trailed off, an image of Pansy stuck in my head as I took another swig. 

George shot a look at me. "Let me guess, Pansy Pratinson?" 

"Don't call her that." I shot at him, standing on his foot lightly. 

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone... Maybe just Fred, he is my twin, like." George shrugged, still grinning. "He'll find it wild hot -"

I kicked him, harder. "My sexuality and relationships with the same sex aren't jokes!" I stalked off, setting my empty glass down on a table and leaving a laughing George behind. 

Just as, twenty minutes later, I got into my dorm, after being deterred by the Creevey brothers and various other Gryffindor boys I was friends with on the stairs and landings, the door that I had slammed came flying open again. 

Fred softly closed the door behind him. I watched him with wary eyes. 

"George tell you about my hot lesbian crush then, did h-" I didn't get to finish my sentence as Fred knocked me onto his bed behind me. Our mouths connected, and I gasped in surprise. Our lips moved in sinc, and we melted into each other as the guilty thoughts about Draco and Pansy ebbed in and out of my mind. 

"Hogwarts champion, then?" Fred broke away from me, eyes dark. "That's kinda hot."

"One of the Hogwarts champions, actually -"

"Still. Gryffindor champion."

"One of the Gryffindor ch-"

"Female Hogwarts champion, then."

"Acceptable." We smirked at each other. Then, next second, his lips were on mine again...

 ~~~

I woke up next morning surrounded by warmth and cosiness. I groaned, stretching, and my eyes opened to see George and Lee taking a selfie beside me. 

"What the fuck, guys." I rubbed my eyes sleepily. George and Lee giggled stupidly, and I jumped as I felt a hand around my waist. And noticed that this wasn't... MY BED.

I bolted upright, Fred's arm falling off me, and looked behind me. Fred was still asleep, oblivious to the whole thing. The sleeping red-head mumbled, "Daisy..." and moved his arms, his lips puckering slightly. George and Lee giggled as we all knew what he was dreaming about.

"Let me see that -" I snatched George's phone off him and stared at the selfie. George and Lee were doing the thumbs-up at the camera, grinning, and Fred and I were asleep on his bed, Fred cuddling me from behind. I chucked the phone at Fred.

"Get the fuck up." 

Fred woke with a start, the phone falling off him onto the floor. We all looked at it. The picture had swiped to the left when it had fallen, showing a photoshopped image of Harry, Ron, and Hermione as the Meme Police. 

We remained staring at George's phone for a full five minutes. Then, without a word about it, we all burst out laughing and traipsed down to the common room together. 

Fred and I must have fallen asleep after the kinda intense make-out session we had last night... on Fred's bed. All I remember was how Fred's tongue caressed mine... how the slick wet heat of our mouths combined sent tingles of electricity down my spine... how after a while our lips were wet and bright pink and swollen...

I was broken out of my daze when the moment we appeared in the common room, the people who had already finished breakfast broke into applause again. The prospect of going down into the Great Hall and facing the rest of the Gyffindors, all treating me like some sort of hero, was extremely inviting. I grinned round at everybody, waving, joined Colin and Dennis for a short, cheeky convo, and the twins, Lee, and I left for the Great Hall.

Predictably, the Hall burst into cheering and yelling when we arrived. Terry ran up to us, slapping my hand with his. Us five stood at the front of the Hall, grinning. Fred and George slung their arms around me on either side of me, Terry and Lee on the other side of each of them. 

Hogwarts fucking LOVES us.

~~~

Care of Magical Creatures was the first time I would come face to face with Floppy, Draco, and Pansy since becoming champion. I was both excited and nervous for it: Floppy would obviously try to mess with me and I would obviously mess with him back, Draco would be all adoring and lovey-dovey, and Pansy would... I don't know, actually. I just felt nervous to see her, in general.

I... actually WANT her to be impressed that I'm champion.

Predictably, Floppy arrived at Hagrid's cabin with his familiar sneer firmly in place. It was weird to see after so long of him not being a menace to me in class. 

"Ah, look, boys, it's the champion." He said to Crabbe, Goyle, and Blaise Zabini the moment he got within earshot of me. "Got your autograph books? Better get a signature now, because I doubt she's going to be around much longer... half the Triwizard champions have died... how long d'you reckon you're going to last, Weakling? Ten minutes into the first task's my bet." 

"Of course you can have an autograph, boys!" I said brightly, whipping out a piece of parchment out of my bag with a quill. I scrawled 'go fuck yourselves with a cactus :)' and tore it off, handing it to Floppy. The three all crowded round him to read it, and they looked up at me with glares as Harry and I pissed ourselves laughing. 

Draco now bounded down to us, wrapping his arms around me and lifting me up off the ground, spinning me around and kissing me. When he plopped me back down, I grinned as he exclaimed how amazed he was that I was champion among other things. I rolled my eyes before I spotted Pansy coming down with her gaggle of Slytherin girl friends, our eyes meeting. She turned bright pink and I snapped my gaze away from her, smirking. 

We were supposed to be walking the Skrewts today, and ten minutes into the class, the class was widely scattered across the lawn, and all in great difficulty. The Skrewts were now over three feet long, and extremely powerful. They had become immensely strong and very hard to control. Every now and then, with an alarming BANG, one of the Skrewts' ends would explode, causing it to shoot forward several yards, and more than one person was being dragged along on their stomach, trying desperately to get back on their feet. 

I was one of the people just chilling, having fun as my Skrewt dragged me along for a nice ride, snickering as I zoomed past Draco trying to scurry back onto his feet. 

"At least you look hot while being dragged!" He yelled furiously after me as I whooped in exhilaration.

~~~

In Defence Against the Dark Arts, we were fulfilling the list. And we were certainly having lots of fun with it.

First off, that morning, we had sent Moody a ton of chain letters. We had the privilege of watching him freak the fuck out before setting them on fire. 

Then, I had ridden a bike into class. I was late, as usual, so of course everyone turned towards the door as it was blasted open by my powers, and watched as I slowly cycled on through to my seat. I dismounted and slid out my chair, collapsing into it and grinning at Moody.

Moody stared at me. "When everyone is settled." 

The giggles and laughter died down after about five minutes and Moody continued teaching. But then an owl fluttered suddenly into the classroom through an open window. I high-fived Terry as the owl dropped a package onto Moody's desk and swept off again. 

Moody stopped speaking, his magical eye spinning round to stare at the package. He advanced towards it slowly as Terry, Draco, Ron, Harry, Dean, Seamus, and I all snickered. 

Moody regarded it for a second more before grabbing a large book and slamming it down on the package once, twice, three times, while the class pissed themselves. 

Eventually, the package simply turned out to be the turnip Terry and I had sent this morning. We were crying with laughter on each other's shoulders, with Moody looking confused and disgruntled at the front of the room.

"Sir!" I choked out, my hand flying up. "There's someone behind you!"

Moody spun around, wand out, and yelled, "Stupefy!" at the wall. The spell bounced back off the wall and hit Floppy in the back row. 

I stole Terry's masterfully crafted paper airplane he made from the handout the class was given before I arrived, and chucked it at Moody. Moody whipped his wand round and blasted it to pieces, the class now beside itself with laughter. 

Ten minutes later, when the class was calm once more, I spoke up. Or rather, sang.

"I'm gay, I'm gay, I'm really really gay!" I sang joyously. Moody glared at me as I had disrupted the middle of his dark and serious teachings with my cheerful, joyful singing.

"I'm actually bi, though." I shrugged. I noticed Pansy a few rows away from me, gazing at me with her chin propped on her hand, a dreamy look on her face. I smirked lazily over at her, swinging back on my chair, and her face slowly turned pink. The blushing Pansy looked down into her lap but glanced back up at me a second later, so I blew her a kiss, winking at her with another smirk. Pansy visibly swooned, and I snickered, turning back to the list. 

I put my hand up, forcing an anxious, wide-eyed look onto my face. Moody pointed at me. "Sir, I - I can't say it with everyone listening!" I spoke with a tremor in my voice. Everyone looked round, sniggering. 

Moody advanced towards me, bending over to listen to me privately. 

"Sir - someone's plotting to kill me!" I hissed loudly. Various people around the room snorted. A titter came from Terry's direction. 

"Someone's always out for all of us." Moody grunted, stomping back up to the front of the class. "That's why I'm your teacher this year - to teach you how -"

I swung around to Terry again and fist-bumped him.

I sent a spell up onto the wall. Words like from when Tom Riddle had possessed me and used me to write in blood on the walls appeared on the brickwork, and they formed a sentence saying, 'Moody, I'm coming for you...'

Moody eyed the message, before ignoring it and continuing to teach. My squad snickered.

I put my hand up again. "Sir - sir - can you turn Terry into a ferret, too?"

Moody's normal eye rested on me. 

"Yes, sir!" Harry's hand shot up too. "Do it, it'll be so enlightening for the class!"

"We'll appreciate the demonstration of some cheeky Transfiguration." Seamus agreed, his hand in the air too.

"It's necessary for our education, sir." Dean said.

"I would be willing to sacrifice myself for the good of the class, sir." Terry shrugged. 

"See, even Terry agrees, Professor!" Ron exclaimed.

"Fine, just as it's the last minute of class -" 

Terry shrieked as he was shrunk into a little brown, curly-haired ferret. 

Then, as we were leaving, Dean, Seamus, and I left our carefully constructed kill list on my desk, complete with Floppy, the Minister of Magic, and Snape on the top three.