How You Get the Girl |Harry Potter|

Chapter Four

A/N: Draco as a ferret is so cute. I want twelve.

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"Why were you seated beside Harry?" Padma asked Elizabeth questionably, as soon as the blondish girl sat down in her spot at the Great Hall beside her. "I thought you disliked him."

"I don't dislike him, I just dislike how he always bothers me," Elizabeth corrected.

"So why sit beside him?" Padma asked curiously.

Elizabeth just shrugged, "He was being nice at the time. Plus, he sat beside me when I was sitting beside Hermione."

Padma shook her head at the response and turned to pile food on to her plate. Elizabeth did the same, grabbing mashed potatoes, peas, a bun, and she almost forgot to grab her daily intake of Nanaimo bars.

"Harry's looking at you," Luna marvelled from across the table.

"When is he ever not staring at her," Padma muttered, earning a nudge from Elizabeth. "Sorry, but it's rather creepy. It's like the Chosen One has chosen you."

Luna burst into laughter, "It's like he believes that she's his princess that needs saving. I wonder what princess you would be... Snow White? Rapunzel? Aurora?"

Elizabeth frowned, shaking her head. "If he claims that I'm a princess I might just slap him. Claiming that I'm someone who needs saving won't win me over."

They dropped the topic after that, starting to eat in silence. After the meal was all eaten, Dumbledore stood up from his seat on the stage. "It is time for the TriWizard Champions to be chosen. The champion from Durmstrang is," Dumbledore held out his hand and the Goblet of Fire shot out a paper, which Dumbledore opened before answering, "Viktor Krum!"

All the people sitting at the Slytherin table burst into applause, which was incredible when you think about it. Slytherins hardly ever showed school spirit.

The Goblet of Fire shot out another name, "The champion from Beuxbatons is Fleur Delacour!"

It was the Ravenclaw's table's turn to burst into applause. Elizabeth clapped and looked further down the table to see the quarter-Veela. The girl looked a mixture between ecstatic and worried. Elizabeth stood up slightly so Fleur could see her above all the heads and gestured for her to stand up, sending a sympathetic smile her way. Fleur caught Elizabeth's eye and nodded, standing up from her seat and running up on to the stage, where she was escorted into a back room.

The Goblet of Fire let out the last name, Hogwart's champion. "The Hogwarts Champion is Cedric Diggory!"

Everyone who attended Hogwarts clapped excitedly, with the Hufflepuff table being the most enthusiastic. It was, after all, the first time in a while that they had accomplished anything; even if it was just being the house who hosted a Triwizard competitor.

"Excellent!" Dumbledore yelled, as the cheering died down. "We now have our three champions. But in the end, only one will go down in history. Only one will hoist the Chalice of Champions... This vessel of victory... The TriWizard Cup!"

"I guess that's it," Elizabeth said to Padma, readying to stand up from her spot, when something strange happened. The goblet of fire lit up again, shooting out another name.

Dumbledore reached out to catch the name and read it out loud, "Harry Potter." There was a sickening silence throughout the halls before he repeated himself, more questioning this time and confused, "Harry Potter?" Looking down at the paper again in confirmation, Dumbledore's voice once more boomed down the hall, "Harry Potter!"