DRIPS OF FANCY - draco malfoy

↳ 𝑐ℎ𝑝．8

Times passed since the goblet incident. By now people stopped talking about what happened for one because they forgot all about it and also because they were too scared to bring it up.
Today was a rather great day for the Slytherins. Most of them had a free period in the afternoon leaving them lotsof time to spare. Draco, Theodore and Blaise were made no exceptions. They were currently sitting in the common room, right in front of the fire, in their usual spot on the dark leather couches.
"So Theo, I see you're getting quite close to Alvena. Since when did that happen?" Blaise smirked at his friend, giving him a knowing look not once noticing the clenched jaw Draco held.
"You hit me there Blaise!" Theo smirked back at his friend, "we started talking after her parents invited mine for dinner."
"I see...you're lucky! The hottest girl in Slytherin right at the tip of your fingers, not to mention the richest."
Draco groaned at his friend's comment, his jaw clenching even more, eyebrows furrowing as he closed his eyes.
"Can you guys shut up! I'm trying to relaxe here."
"Someone's quite grumpy," Blaise teased with a sly chuckle.
Just then, tree new figures made their way into the common room. The last class of the day was most likely already done leaving all the students a small break before the evening dinner.
"Drakie!" A striking high pitch voice called from the entrance of the dorms.
Pansy Parkinson was stood there, making he way to the three boys with her two goons, Daphne Greengrass and Millicent Bulstrode, glued to her hip like poor puppies.
The pug faced girl, slammed herself of on of the couches right next to Draco instantly grabbing his arm and hugging it tightly with a bright smile on her face. The boy on the other hand tried his best to free himself from her grasp with grossed out expression on his face but since he was on the edge of the couch there was no escaping this for him.
He accepted his fate and just let the poor bob haired girl hug his side. Right in front of him, Daphne had sat to the right of Theodore, who swung his arm behind her on the couch, and Millicent right next to her.
"Have you heard? They're naming the champions tonight at dinner!" Pansy smiled towards Draco who couldn't help but glare at Blaise over her shoulder while he tried his best to hold in a laugh.
"I bet Krum will be chosen," Millie swooned. "He's so dreamy with his bulging muscles and fiery eyes."
"Don't cream your pants Bulstfode," Blaise chuckled, always playful.
Mattheo Felts soon left his room and joined them im front of the fire. He noticed the time and commented that they should start going so they don't miss the ceremony. The Slytherins got up, Pansy still stuck to Draco's arm.
They climbed the many stairs the common room, eyes scanning over a few tapestry clung onto the wall before they made it out the door. As they passed the edge of the dungeons, Draco heard the low voice of his best friend whisper yelling out loud.
He turned toward the commotion snatching his arm out of Pansy's grasp who madly glared towards where he was looking. Alvena was there, coming out of the deep dark dungeons with none other than Peevesy, the poltergeist.
"Stop it Peeves, I don't want to go!"
"Oh stop it snake, it's a once in a lifetime situation you have to go!"
Draco made his way towards the two arguing figures, keeping his eyes on the short black haired girl. The said girl turned away from the poltergeist and towards her blond friend, her eyes directly meeting his.
"Oh hey..."
She slowed her pace until she reached the boy.
"Are you alright... we haven't talked in a few days so I... was just wondering."
He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, fumbling slightly over his feet.
"Oh um yeah I'm good," she replied smiling at him.
Behind the boy sh could see Peeves wiggling his eyebrows with a knowing look before fleeing the scene.
"We should go before it's too late," Alvena noted breaking Draco from his daydreams.
They walk over to the great hall in complete silence with only their thoughts comforting them. Since the goblet incident, as Alvena liked to call it, the two friends hadn't been the same. Alvena struggled to look up at her friend, ashamed of what he could think of her. She was scared he would think of her differently, like she was some kind of freaks.
On the other hand Draco was just worried for his friend, he saw the shift in her and wondered why she was so distant from him, but he wouldn't back down on her.
When they entered the candlelit Great Hall it was almost full. The Goblet of Fire had been moved; it was now standing in front of Dumbledore's empty chair at the teachers' table. The two Slytherins sat close to their friends.
The Halloween feast seemed to take much longer than usual. Because of the tournament all celebrations had died down, the famed Slytherin Halloween party was canceled and no one paid much attention to the holiday.
At long last, the golden plates returned to their original spotless state; there was a sharp upswing in the level of noise within the Hall, which died away almost instantly as Dumbledore got to his feet. On either side of him, Professor Karkaroff and Madame Maxime looked as tense and expectant as anyone. Ludo Bagman was beaming and winking at various students. Mr Crouch, however, looked quite uninterested, almost bored.
"Well, the Goblet is almost ready to make its decision," said Dumbledore. "I estimate that it requires one more minute."
"Now, when the champions' names are called, I would ask them please to come up to the top of the Hall, walk along the staff table, and go through into the next chamber —" he indicated the door behind the staff table "—where they will be receiving their first instructions."
He took out his wand and gave a great sweeping wave with it; at once, all the candles except those inside the carved pumpkins were extinguished, plunging them all into a state of semi-darkness. The Goblet of Fire now shone more brightly than anything in the whole Hall, the sparkling bright, bluey-whiteness of the flames almost painful on the eyes.
Everyone watched, waiting.
The flames inside the Goblet turned suddenly red again. Sparks began to fly from it. Next moment, a tongue of flame shot into the air, a charred piece of parchment fluttered out of it - the whole room gasped.
Dumbledore caught the piece of parchment and held it at arms length, so that he could read it by the light of the flames, which had turned back to blue white.
"The champion for Durmstrang," he read, in a strong, clear voice. "Viktor Krum!"
"No surprises there," commented Blaise as a storm of applause and cheering swept the Hall. Alvena saw Viktor Krum rise from the Slytherin table, and slouch up towards Dumbledore; he turned right, walked along the staff table, and disappeared through the door into the next chamber.
"Bravo, Viktor!" boomed Karkaroff, so loudly that everyone could hear him, even over all the applause. Knew you had it in you!'
The clapping and chatting died down. Now everyone's attention was focused again on the Goblet, which, seconds later, turned red once more. A second piece of parchment shot out of it, propelled by the lames.
"The champion for Beauxbatons," said Dumbledore once again, "Fleur Delacour!"
The girl who so resembled a Veela got gracefully to her feet, shook back her sheet of silvery blonde hair and swept up between the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables.
When Fleur Delacour, too, had vanished into the side cham-ber, silence fell again, but this time it was a silence so stiff with excitement you could almost taste it. The Hogwarts champion next
The Goblet of Fire turned red once more; sparks show-of it; the tongue of flame shot high into the air, and up Dumbledore pulled the third piece of parchment. 
"The Hogwarts champion," he called. "Cedric Diggory!"
Every single Hufflepuff had jumped to his or her feet, screaming and stamp-ing, as Cedric made his way past them, grinning broadly, and headed off towards the chamber behind the teacher's table.
Indeed, the applause for Cedric went on so long that it was some time before Dumbledore could make himself heard again.
"Excellent!" Dumbledore called happily, as at last the tumult died down. "Well, we now have our three champions. I am sure I can count upon all of you, including the remaining students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, to give your champions every ounce of support you can muster. By cheering your champion on, you will contribute in a very real—"
But Dumbledore suddenly stopped speaking, and it was apparent to everybody what had distracted him.
The fire in the Goblet had just turned red again. Sparks were flying out of it. A long flame shot suddenly into the air, and born upon it was another piece of parehment.
Automatically, it seemed, Dumbledore reached out a long hand and seized the parchment. He held it out and stared at the name written upon it. There was a long pause, during which Dumbledore stared at the slip in his hands, and everyone in the room stared at Dumbledore who cleared his throat and read out "Harry Potter... Harry Potter!"

Harry sat there, aware that every head in the Great Hall had tumed to look at him. He was stunned. There was no applause. A buzzing, as though of angry bees, was starting to fill the Hall; some students were standing up to get a better look at Harry as he sat, frozen, in his seat.
Up at the top table, Professor McGonagall had got to her feet and swept past Ludo Bagman and Professor Karkaroff to whisper urgently to Professor Dumbledore, who bent his ear towards her, frowning slightly.
At the top table, Professor Dumbledore had straightened up, nodding to Professor McGonagall.
"Harry! Up here, if you please!" He called again.
Harry got to his feet, trod on the hem of his robes and stumbled slightly. He set off up the gap between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables. The buzzing grew louder and louder. After what seemed like an hour, he was right in front Dumbledore, feeling the stares of all the teachers upon him. Harry moved off along the teachers' table.
As Dumbledore dismissed the students back to their houses he glanced through the Slytherin table seemingly looking for someone.
"Alvena Blythe! Please come over."
It was Alvena's turn to feel the numerous eyes of students on her. She slowly got up from her seat, throwing uncertain glances to her friends. She made her way towards the headmaster who gestured for her to follow him along other staff members.
She went through the door out of the Great Hall, and found herself in a smaller room, lined with paintings of witches and wizards.
Viktor Krum, Cedric Diggory, Harry Potter and Fleur Delacour were grouped around the fire. They looked strangely impressive, silhouetted against the flames. Krum, hunched-up and brooding, was leaning against the mantelpiece, slightly apart from the other two. Cedric was standing with his hands behind his back, staring into the fire. Fleur Delacour looked around when Alvena walked in, and threw back her sheet of long, silvery hair. There was a sound of scurrying feet behind her, and the door behind them opened again, and a large group of people came in: Professor Dumbledore, followed closely by Mr Crouch, Professor Karkaroff, Madame Maxime, Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape. Harry heard the buzzing of the hundreds of students on the other side of the wall, before Professor McGonagall closed the door.
Alvena watched the group of people argue with one another about the bow who lived and the rules of the tournament. In a swift motion Dumbledore turned to her making everyone else do the exact same thing.
"Miss Blythe, did you or did you not put Mr Potter name in the goblet of fire?"
"What..." she eyed the older man confused, eyes shifting through the many faces around.
"Answer the question girl, we all know you've manage to walk through the age line, surely you could've put a name in the fire!" Karkaroff accused.
"I didn't! How would that ever benefit me?" She scoffed glaring at the Durmstrang Heasmaster.
They left the subject turning back to the boy who lived who strangely couldn't get his eyes off the scarlet eyed girl.
At the end it was decided that Harry had to partake in the tournament which left a sore feeling in the pit of Alvena's stomach.