Everyone expected Harry to be a nervous wreck leading up to the first task. Nothing could be further from the truth. Harry was walking around as if nothing was going to happen. When the fake Moody pulled Harry aside after class, Harry decided to have some fun with him.
Moody sat Harry Down and asked, "What do you plan to do about your dragon Potter?"
Harry looked at Moody. "Just a little dragon, that's no problem. Seriously misunderstood creatures Dragons are."
Harry got up, "No worries professor I'll handle it. If you're going to bet put it on me!" Then he walked out the door with a confident air reminiscent of the old Draco Malfoy, leaving a very confused professor in his wake.
Harry had written Charlie Weasley asking him to bring Norberta as Hagrid would love to see her. As he expected the horntail was no where to be seen as he and Hagrid met back up with an old friend.
The day of the task the other champions were a nervous as a long tailed kneazel in a room full of rocking chairs. While Harry sat near the entrance of the tent completely composed. When Hermione burst in the tent and hugged him the camera flashed. Rita Skeeter was on the prowl again. "Young Love How…" Harry cut her off. "Fantastic, yes Miss Skeeter, I'm the luckiest guy in Hogwarts, with the most beautiful girl in my arms. Hermione, I understand there is a Yule Ball this year, Will you do me the great honor and privilege To allow me to escort you to the ball?" Hermione was a bit surprised that Harry would ask in this setting, but with blushing cheeks she responded. "Harry, I would love to go with you."
Harry then looked at Rita, "Now you can be the first to report I am officially Off THE MARKET. You get to scoop witch weekly. If you print any lies or suppositions I will never speak with you again. Oh and check with Madame Pomphry You find I have no potions in my system. Being the Boy who lives I'm checked regularly. For this task we were all checked this morning."
Rita left in a huff. When Minerva and the officials entered the tent, Hermione was asked. "Miss Granger, what are you doing here?"
Hermione Smiled. "Giving my man a kiss for luck. I'll be in the stands Harry and I'll see you right after." Hermione then left the tent.
The Dragons were chosen they all got the dragon they had last time, Leaving Norberta for Harry again going last. When the other champions reentered the tent, Fleur had her legs badly burned, Cedric's Arm was broken and burned, Victor was in the worst shape he was burned down the right side of his body and his face looked like it had gone through a meat grinder. Harry walked out to face Norberta, he approached cautiously, and never drew his wand. He allowed her to sniff him. Then to every ones amazement she licked him like a puppy would its master. Harry petted her head and pointed to her eggs. The dragon took the offending egg and dropped it Harry's hands. Harry kissed her on the nose and walked out of the stadium with out a scratch. The crowd went nuts. Karkaroff was beating on the desk insisting Harry cheated. But no one could see any way he had so every other judge gave Harry full points. Since the highest and lowest scores were thrown out Harry walked off with the highest score, leading the tournament.
The Weasley twins were beyond ecstatic; they had bet everything on Harry in the task. The odds were so bad against Harry they made fifty to one, Bagman owed them a small fortune.
Hermione came running from the stands as Ginny threw her self at Harry and tried to kiss him. Harry held her at arms length and called for Hermione.
Hermione walked up gently removed Ginny and proceeded to snog Harry until they almost passed out from lack of air. Ginny walked off red and mad as a wet hornet.
Ron came running up, "Did Ginny ask you?"
Harry looked at Ron like he lost his mind. "Ask me what Ron?" Ron smiled. "To take her to the Yule Ball of course!" Harry was enjoying this. "Even if she had Ron I would have had to decline. I'm already spoken for and I am taking my Girlfriend Hermione! Why would you think anything else would be happening?"
Ron was not Happy. "But she's just a practice Gir…" Harry's fist came in instant contact with Ron's Mouth knocking out more than a few teeth and leaving him sprawled out on the ground. "Insult my girl like that once more Ronald Weasley and you may not be breathing when I'm done! Come on Hermione I'm sure there is a party in the common room.
The party in the common room was in its third hour when Ron walked in and straight up to Harry. "What did you punch me in the mouth for?"
Harry looked at Ron like he was a total idiot. "Calling Hermione a practice girl friend again, if she is a practice girl friend I'll be practicing till the day I Marry her I guess in your mind she'd be a practice wife too?"
Now Ron really puts his foot in it. "You have a betrothal contract with Ginny!"
Harry Smiled like the sun was in his eyes.
"Ron didn't you know a soul bond negates all types of marriage contracts. Hermione and I are a soul bonded couple and its sealed we are as good as married already."
Ron started babbling. "But Dumbledore said, it was fully binding!"
Harry Smiled again. "Then he didn't understand Potter family Magic. We can only marry for love, marriage contracts are not binding on us. Plus Ginny owes me a life debt, do you want me to call it in?"