Just Another Drarry Story

Monday September 2nd

Draco POV

"Hey!" Pansy called, running down the corridor to catch me up. "Draco!"

I stopped to wait for her. I was already late for potions (not that Snape ever punishes me for anything) so why not be a little more late.

"What do you want?" I asked, raising an eyebrow as we walked towards the dungeons.

"So a little birdie told me that you were out of bed last night..."

"Potter," I cursed under my breath.

Pansy paused in her tracks. "I swear you're obsessed with Golden Boy. But don't worry, this has nothing to do with him. Blaise told me you were gone when he woke up."

"Damn you Blaise and you're brilliant sleep schedule."

"Sooo, why didn't you invite me on you're late night/early morning adventure?" Pansy asked while acting offended.

"None of you're business Parkinson."

She grinned mischievously and ran off, bursting into the potions classroom.

Merlin, Pansy was a handful. A great friend yeah, but a handful.

"Miss Parkinson, Mr Malfoy," Snape greeted. "Take your seats; class is about to begin."

We sat on a table near the front with Crabbe, Goyle and Millicent.

"Now, since it's the first day back, I expect some of you," Snape glared at Potter, "will think us teachers will be going easy on you. That will not happen. Today, we are learning about one of the most powerful potions you can make. And no I am not talking about any poison. I am talking about Amortentia."

Hushed whispered echoed through the classroom.

The Gryffindoors seemed overly excited. It made me feel sick.

"Yo, that's the love one!" The short freckly one said. I think his name is Shane or something. Not that I care.

Pansy nudged me. "Ireland boy is right you know."

Snape scratched his chalk down the blackboard. "Amortentia is indeed a love potion. It can cause the drinker to become besotted or obsessed with another person, to the point of doing anything for them. That is where the danger lies."

Blaise raises his hand. "But Sir, love potions are sold at joke shops for pretty cheap. How is it so dangerous?"

"Mr Zabini, just because something is freely available that doesn't mean it's safe." Snape glared at the class. "Over the next few lessons we will be brewing Amortentia, but for now I have a cauldron that has been readily prepared." He flicked his wand and a cauldron full of pink bubbling liquid floated down to the front desk.

Immediately, the smell was overwhelming. Everyone in the class seemed to relax. I had trouble pin pointing what I smelt. It felt warm. Like a wood fire or a cosy jumper. Merlin that sounds stupid.

"I smell parchment, mint and freshly mowed grass," Granger said across the classroom.

I rolled my eyes.

"I smell hot chocolate!" Weasley said excitedly. "What about you Harry?"

"I smell... the sea, ink and apples."

I expected something worse from Potter like chicken drumsticks and horse shit.

The rest of the day went pretty fast. Unlike Snape, the other Professors did seem to be letting us off easy.

Care for Magical Creatures with Hagrid was a laughing stock as always. He's lucky my father didn't get him fired for what the giant bird did to me last year.

Herbology and Charms were as boring as ever.

Finally, the only interesting part of the day came.

"Move out of t' way!" The big oaf yelled, waving around his hands.

In the sky, a carriage lead by Pegasi descended into the courtyard. Gasps and excited screams filled the air.

What I was really excited for however, was Durmstrang's arrival.

"My father wanted to send me to Durmstrang, but my Mother refused because it's too far away," I informed Pansy and some of the others.

Crashing through the water, a ship that must have been several times bigger than Beauxbatons carriage, rode through the lake, coming to a stop at the shore.

The excited squeals from he crowd grew louder as Krum, the famous Seeker got off he ship, followed by a large group of students and a few teachers.

"So, what do you reckon Draco?" Pansy asked. "Still think you can win this tournament?"

"Of course," I snapped.

That claim may have been a slight lie...

By the time dinner came around, the excitement was almost triple what it was when the other schools arrived.

A group of third year Hufflepuffs were sending around petitions to let younger students put their names in the goblet. I snorted as I walked past them to get to my seat.

The welcoming ceremony was amazing. I'm not easily impressed, but both of the visiting schools put on amazing shows. Hogwarts on the other hand... well we were stuck singing like idiots.

"HOGWARTS HOGWARTS HOGGY HOGGY HOGWARTS!" Crabbe sung proudly.

Merlin, I'd rather kiss Potter than have to listen to that ever again.

Once everyone was settled, Beauxbatons with the Ravenclaws and Durmstrang sitting with the 7th year Slytherins, Dumbledore stood up for his speech.

"Since the goblet is being lit tonight, I must remind you all that deciding to enter the Triwizard Tournament is a huge decision." He looked at the crowd sternly. "These tasks are not for the faint hearted. Once you're name is in the goblet, there is no backing out. You cannot take your name out or change your mind about entering. People have died in the past during this tournament and while we have precautions in place, we can't assure there will be no injuries."

"Maybe I won't enter after all," Goyle murmured from across the table."

"Now, the goblet is lit!" Dumbledore raised his hands and a blue flame blazed away over the goblet. "And now, let the feast begin!"

Food lined the tables and everyone tucked in straight away. For some reason I didn't feel like eating. Underestimating the level of the tournament would be a grave mistake. I still had no choice but to enter. My pride was on the line after all.

Harry POV

It was late night again and I couldn't sleep. I still hadn't forgiven Ron and the others for drinking last night. They'd been sluggish all day, complaining non stop.

Maybe after last night, I shouldn't have wandered around the halls again, but it was a habit I'd gotten into.

This time, I made sure my clock was properly wrapped around me and made my way for the great hall instead.

If I put my name in with everyone watching, the drama and fuss would have been unbearable. There's barely any chance of me being picked anyway, so I might as well slip my name in while nobody notices.

Under my cloak, I scribbled my name onto a slip. Taking a deep breath, I threw it into the fire, watching it turn to ashes.