Skill and Seclusion [2] || Harry Potter x OC x Draco Malfoy

126. Stirring

DISCLAIMER

I do not own Harry Potter ... but if I did there would have been more Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw representation

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Harry hadn't slept a wink.

The entire night he spent frantically tossing the miniature sword of Gryffindor from Bel up and down in his hands.

There were so many things he had on his mind that sleep seemed impossible.

Naturally, the one taking up most of his brain space was the challenge.

He now had a plan, which, after extensive help from Bel and Hermione, might just work.

The one that he would have been thinking about the most if it wasn't for the impending threat of being burnt to death by a dragon most definitely would involve the Hufflepuff girl he almost kissed for the second time.

Harry couldn't quite understand where this sudden desire to be more intimate with her came from.

Why he was so desperate to sit closer to her than before, to have her hand in his, to hold her in his arms tightly.

It's not as though it suddenly came out of nowhere. When Harry really put his mind to it, he came to the rather shocking realization that he had wanted these things for a while now.

And until last night, he had been holding off because he thought Bel might not feel the same way.

But she leaned closer to him too.

She seemed annoyed when they were interrupted too.

She had been blushing too.

She didn't pull away or show any signs of discomfort.

Which begged the new, quite exciting, question to the Gryffindor boy.

Does Bel Whitlock feel the same way about me as I do her?

This, of course, was not the question Harry was currently thinking of as he paced up and down in the champion's tent.

The question he was currently thinking of is : Am I about to die?

And by the looks on the other champions faces, they were all thinking the exact same thing.

Outside of the tent, Harry could hear the immense number of overlapping voices coming from the spectators.

Students, staff, guests, family members ... everyone was there.

"Your attention, please", Dumbledore's muffled voice announced from outside the tent.

"This is a great day for all of us ...", the headmaster continued as Harry continued to pace up and down.

He crossed paths with Cedric, the two sharing a reassuring nod before each of the four champions were interrupted by the chilling sound of a dragon's roar.

Harry, along with Cedric, Fleur, and Viktor, all froze in place, staring in slight fear towards the entrance of their tent which led out to a magnificent arena.

"Each of the three tasks involves very considerable danger. Please keep your seats at all times", the voice of Dumbledore continued which caused the champions to all return back to their individual panicking.

Harry's hands were nervously gripped together as he backed up to the back wall of the tent, trying to calm himself down so that he could focus.

If Bel had made anything clear last night, it was that he needed to focus.