When Hearts Take Control-Draco Malfoy love story #Wattys2016

The third task (part 3)

Everybody started cheering when they saw Harry. Fleur who was standing safely on the stands, screamed in horror as she saw what was really happening. Then everyone saw me and noticed that we were both crying, and immediately stopped all the music and the cheering.

"Hannah!" I heard my friends cry.

I was lying next to Cedric's body, crying next to Harry who was also crying. We hugged each other, but we didn't leave Cedric. My leg hurt like mad, and it was covered in blood. I couldn't walk or do anything.

Dumbledore and some others hurried down. A random teacher tried to get me off Cedric.

"NO!" I screamed, and kept my arms on Cedric's body, pushing the teacher away.

I was crying so hard.

"What happened?" Dumbledore asked Harry and me.

"He's back! He's back!" I said in between tears.

"Voldemort's back." Harry cried. "Cedric, he asked us to take his body back."

"Let me through!" Cedric's dad yelled cutting through the crowd. "That's my boy!"

He ran down and got down on his knees beside Cedric, crying.

"Hannah! Hannah!" I heard Draco shouting.

He got down to where I was, looking terrified and so sad when he saw my wound, and when he saw Cedric on the floor. I got into his arms, still on the floor, and he hugged me. I was crying so much. Draco hugged me tightly, trying to make me feel better, and I wrapped my arms around him, unable to stop myself from crying.

"We have to move the body. A boy has just been killed." informed Cornelius Fudge who was there with Dumbledore, looking over Cedric's body.

Dumbledore asked quite a few teachers to take me to the hospital wing, but I refused. Then Hagrid came to me. He was upset too.

"Come on, Hannah, you have to go to the hospital wing. Harry you come too." He said.

He picked me out of Draco's arms and away from Cedric's body. He picked Harry up too.

"NO! NO! PUT ME BACK DOWN! NOOO! CEDRIC!" I yelled, kicking with one leg and reaching out one of my arms at Cedric's body.

But Hagrid was too strong for both me and Harry. Harry was struggling and screaming to get free too. Draco started running after me. I reached out for him but I couldn't even touch him. I really wanted to be in his arms again.

Hagrid sat us inside Moody's office, telling us that Moody wanted to see us both. Then he left us and went back outside to see Cedric. Draco wasn't allowed in. I heard him pounding on the door for a bit, then he stopped. I was on a chair, and my leg hurt really badly. Moody came into the room.

"Does it still hurt?" He asked, pointing at my leg.

I was surprised that I had actually stopped crying, but my whole face was drenched in tears. I nodded back painfully. Harry was clutching his arm where the cut was. I looked at him sadly.

"The cup was a portkey." Harry said shakily. "Someone had bewitched it."

Moody started running around like mad all of a sudden.

"What was it like? What was it like, standing in the presence of the Dark Lord?" He asked me.

"I hate him!" I replied furiously, but I felt a bit dizzy.

Maybe it was because of the pain from my leg, and all the blood I had lost.

"Were there others? In the graveyard-were there others?!" He demanded to me and Harry, scrambling around the room, looking through every single container.

"Well I..." Harry trailed off.

We both realized something as we looked at each other, confused.

"I don't think I said anything about a graveyard, Professor." Harry said confusedly, looking at Moody.

Something made me feel like I was forgetting something. What was it?! It was something really important about Moody. Moody started running around, looking harder for whatever it is he needed.

"Do you think that Longbottom would've given you that gillyweed unless I hadn't have told him to myself?"

"It was YOU!" Harry said. "You put my name in the Goblet of Fire! You bewitched Krum... but why?"

Then I instantly remembered it as I saw the little raven outside the window, giving me a sad look.

"Because he's not who he says he is!" I shouted immediately.

Dumbledore and some other teachers burst into the room with Draco behind them. They seemed to have heard my last sentence because they all asked me and Harry to get back.

I couldn't walk, obviously, but Professor McGonagall pulled my chair back behind her to keep me safe. Draco ran up to me, and I gratefully flung my arms around him. He picked me up in a huge hug. I didn't want to let go of him.

"Draco." I whispered to him.

He cuddled me tighter. Harry stood close to us, watching what was going to happen. Suddenly, Moody started... deforming?! Draco gently put me back down in the chair as everyone stared at Moody who was sitting on a chair in front of us. He turned into... Barty Crouch's son!

He turned to me.

"How did you know I wasn't Moody?!" He growled, panting a little bit.

"A little bird told me." I replied angrily, glancing up at the little raven that was still at the window.

I smiled at it, and it nodded back, flying off into the sky. Dumbledore opened a chest which was in the corner of the room, and inside it was the real Professor Moody. Then he turned back to Barty Crouch Jr.

"You're going back to Azkaban." He said angrily.

Snape held his wand up at Barty Crouch's son menacingly as Professor McGonagall asked Hagrid to take me to the hospital wing. Harry and Draco ran after me, and soon, Hermione, Ron and Ginny joined in as Hagrid took me to the hospital wing.

As I was in Hagrid's arms, I closed my eyes. All I could hear was my friends and my boyfriend talking and chattering nervously about everything as they followed me and Hagrid to the hospital wing. I heard Hagrid sniffling as if he was crying as he carried me.

I didn't even get to say anything to Harry, Draco, Hermione, Ginny or Ron, and I didn't say much to Cedric, even though I got a second chance to see him after he died! Then I realized that maybe this was the last time I'd see them. I loved every single one of them, and I love Draco in a different way to them. What if it was the last time I would ever get to be in his arms again?

I didn't open my eyes after I closed them. I felt like I was going to die...