Ten Questions (Harry Potter x Slytherin reader)

Chapter 2

"Y/n, if I were you, I'd run, because Pansy Parkinson is looking at you in a really weird way, and it's starting to scare me."

I turn my head to end of the Slytherin table. To Blaise's credit, he is right. Pansy Parkinson is staring at me as if she is trying to will her eyes to kill me. I shudder as I shift uncomfortably in my seat, the mountains of food in front of me suddenly looking unappetizing.

"She must've found out about Draco and I," I say, rolling my eyes. "I swear, next time I see Malfoy, I'm going to kill him."

"I'm going to hold you to that." Daphne says beside me as she helps herself to another round of mashed potatoes. Daphne had never been fond of Malfoy, for understandable reasons. She made fun of him whenever she got the chance, always commenting about how he was always chasing after Potter and his friends, or how he thought he was better than everyone else. While I could tolerate Malfoy on some days, Daphne absolutely despised him, and I never protested it. I would never refuse a chance to make fun of Malfoy, especially if it was with Daphne.

The Great Hall is especially loud tonight, though, most of the noise is coming from the Gryffindor table, per usual. I spot Potter and his friends, and when Hermione sees me staring at them, she gives a small smile and waves.

"Did Hermione Granger just wave at you?" Blaise asks, eyebrows furrowed.

"I guess so. I made fun of Malfoy on the train," I tell them. My eyes flicker back to the Gryffindor table, but only for a second. "She must think we're friends now, or something."

"Hmm." Daphne shifts in her seat, her gaze lingering towards the Gryffindor table. She then turns to face me. "So, are you going to compete in the tournament, Y/n?"

I scoff as I take another sip of pumpkin juice from my goblet. "What tournament?"

Blaise and Daphne exchange confused glances.

"You... don't know?" Blaise asks slowly, eyeing me as if I'm a bomb that might go off at any moment.

I roll my eyes.

"No, I don't."

Daphne pauses for a moment before she speaks. "Hogwarts is hosting the Triwizard tournament this year," she explains. I raise an eyebrow, wondering if this is another one of her terrible jokes. I had heard of the triwizard tournament before from my parents. Though, the tournament had been discontinued for quite some time. "Meaning, the other schools are coming, including Durmstrang." She sighs, rolling her eyes. "Lots of people are excited because Viktor Krum goes there. He'll be their champion, no doubt. And if he doesn't get picked..." Daphne grins, "...he can be the champion of my heart."

"You're joking." I say it as if it's a fact as I reach for a treacle tart.

"No, I'm not," Daphne says, her tone serious. "I'm going to ask him out when he comes-"

"I wasn't talking about Viktor Krum," I say, cutting her off. "I'm talking about the tournament. You've got to be joking."  I shift in my seat as I scan the room, wondering who is going to represent Hogwarts. I hope to god it isn't me. Though I can brew a decent potion and my defense against the dark arts skills are more than good, I'd much rather not risk my life for a bit of fame and money. "Are you going to enter the tournament, then?" I ask Blaise. "Isn't there a large prize if you win, or something?"

Blaise shakes his head.

"No way," he says. "I'm not risking my life for a few galleons, but I bet you anything that Potter will enter, since he always seems to be in the spotlight, and I'm sure Dumbledore would rig it somehow so he could compete."