Deux Visages [Drarry]

2 [Champions, French and dragons]

Deciding he wouldn't let the disappointment of not being able to enter the tournament dampen his mood, Draco utilized his time at Hogwarts most efficiently.

And by efficiently, he means that he took to seeking out brilliant green eyes and messy black hair. Said green eyes and black hair had invaded his dreams and left his heart fluttering well into the day. The crooked smiles being thrown his way at breakfast, lunch and dinner didn't help either. So, Draco would roam around Hogwarts and look for Harry, and when he did find him, he would throw the most random French compliments his brain could muster in the moment at the student.

"Tu es ravissante aujourd'hui, Harry." (You look lovely today, Harry)

"Vos cheveux sont beaux aujourd'hui." (Your hair looks nice today)

"Tes yeux sont d'une si belle nuance de vert." (Your eyes are such a beautiful shade of green)

And all other compliments of the like. He quite enjoyed the way Harry's brows would draw down into a frown when he didn't understand a word that Draco was saying to him. It was actually very entertaining and served as a wonderful distraction for Draco. It took his mind off the tournament and the pit of sadness in his stomach.

It was all fun and games until the night he dreaded finally arrived and they were sat in the Great Hall, waiting for the Goblet of Fire to announce the Triwizard champions. His heart clenched at every name that was called out. Viktor Krum, Fleur Delacour and finally Cedric Diggory. The three champions stood proudly in the front of Hall and Draco felt the disappointment as eminent as ever, laying buried just beneath the surface and threatening to jump out at any moment. He wanted to cry. To scream and kick things and just unleash all of the pent-up anger and sadness.

But he stayed seated and clapped along as the champions were being cheered for. Suddenly the uproar of excitement died down as the fire in the Goblet flared a violent shade of reds and pinks. It sputtered around for a while before finally simmering down and spitting out a fourth piece of parchment. A silence fell over the entire Hall as everyone sat with bated breaths, waiting for Dumbledore to finally reveal the name on the piece of parchment.

"Harry Potter."

Nobody moved and another silence fell over the Hall, so tense a dull knife could slice through it with ease.

"Harry Potter!" Dumbledore called out a second time and Draco watched as the boy stood up and fearfully trudged to the front of the Hall to join the other three champions. By the look on his face, he was just as shocked as the rest of the Hall. His anxiety was clearly visible in his features, and you could easily see the fear in his bright green eyes. Draco wondered for a moment if he felt sympathy for the boy, or envy. Because how was it fair that another 15-year-old boy could be entered into the tournament that he wanted to take part in so badly, and not even know about it?

Dumbledore led the four students at the front of the Hall away and Draco could only sit there, mulling quietly over his thoughts as the French whispers around him picked up from where they had left off.

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"I swear I don't know!" Harry defended himself against Dumbledore who repeated his questions again and again.

'How did your name end up in the Goblet of Fire?'

He didn't know. He remembered back to only moments prior when Dumbledore had called out his name and he had had to walk to the front of the Hall as eyes shot daggers at him from every direction. All except for one, which were they silver grey eyes of Draya. She had only looked at him with confusion and he thanked her silently. If not for her he might have believed that maybe the entire Hall had turned on him for something he didn't even do.