I'm in love with you (DRARRY)

1 Harry

Harry Potter sat on an armchair in the Gryffindor Common Room, trying to relax his mind. After his name suddenly appeared out of the Goblet of Fire only a few hours ago, it felt like the world wanted to kill him. That's probably why there was a very dark wizard out to get him.

It was about one in the morning, and everyone else was asleep. Harry knew better than not to even relax in his bed. He had to figure out what to do. This wasn't something that people would forget about overnight.

Harry went back to his dorm, knowing that he wouldn't be able to clear his mind during the night. He collapsed onto the mattress, suddenly aware of how tired he was. It only took a few minutes for him to doze off, regretting it before closing his eyes.

The sun rays coming from the window woke him up. Harry checked the time on his watched and, realizing he had only fifteen minutes before breakfast was over, quickly slipped on his robes, not even bothering to comb his naturally messy curls, and grabbed his bag off the side of his bed.

As he entered the Great Hall, he could feel a few eyes on the back of his neck but ignored them, not wanting to be mocked or smirked at. He quickly made his way to an empty seat at the Gryffindor table and slipped beside Hermione Granger, who handed him a piece of toast.

"Harry! Have some toast and jam, quickly! You look like you need energy."

"Thanks, Hermione,” he replied, smothering his piece of toast with jam. He wasn't really hungry; his mind was too focused on getting out of the Triwizarding Tournament.

"Eat another one," Hermione said forcefully.

"I'm not that hungry, 'Mione,” Harry muttered, not wanting to show how nervous he was.

"Leave him, Hermione. He eats what he wants," Ron Weasley called from over the table. 

"Have you seen him?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, I have. And I bothered to say hello,” Ron replied, with a quick wave at Harry.

Harry just smiled.

After breakfast, Hermione kept on babbling about how Harry's name got into the Goblet of Fire, but was more concerned about the Triwizard Tournament itself. Harry never even suspected that he, a fourteen-year-old boy, would be competing in one of the biggest tournaments of the Wizarding World.

"But 'Mione," Ron said, "he already has enough on his head, him being 'The Boy Who Lived' and all. This is only making it worse."

"We, he has to be prepared!" Hermione replied, concerned.

"Honestly, guys. I'll just do it and then we'll be able to find out who put my name in there," Harry said, startling the two. Hermione opened her mouth to protest, but thought better and closed it, not wanting to make Harry angry.

The golden trio finally arrived at the dungeons, just in time for Potions. Hermione and Ron sat at an empty table while Harry went to sit alone, not wanting to disturb him.

Snape went on explaining about ageing potions but Harry completely zoned out. He thought of how people would react if he failed, how his friends would support him if he was scared, how Draco Malfoy would make fun of him...

"Mr. Malfoy, what a surprise. I thought you wouldn't come." Snape's voice startled Harry awake and he turned his head to see what was happening.

Draco Malfoy was panting and apologizing to Snape so rapidly it sounded like gibberish. Harry thought of the perfect punishment he would get for being late. Detention in Snape's office for who knows how long.

"Be quiet, Mr. Malfoy," Snape snapped, "I will let you off just this once, because this is your first time being late. Take a seat."

Harry's jaw almost dropped as Malfoy took a seat at the only empty seat available.