The All Caster

Chapter 13

Draco In The MM <3

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"Are you sure you don't want me to go to the Ministry to force them into letting you step out of the tournament?" Draco asked Killian, practically pleading at this point. He was determined to do whatever he could to get Killian out of this tournament.

"No, Draco, there's no need to go through all that trouble. I'm happy that you care about my safety so much, and I appreciate you so much, but I have to compete. Now, can we please stop talking about it and talk about something else?" Killian replied, his tone soft as he gently brushed Draco's hair to the side.

"Baby, I'm sorry, I just can't bear the thought of you getting injured when I could potentially do something to prevent that." Draco sighed out in frustration with a slight pout on his lips.

"There's no need for you to apologize, Dray. I understand your concern, and I know there isn't much I can say that would make you feel better about the situation, but I'll be fine. If anything ever does happen to me, then you have reign to do as you see fit." Killian said before lightly pecking the taller boy's lips. Draco's worry vanished instantly at the soft touch of Killian's lips against his.

"Hey Killian, are you ready for your interview with the Daily Prophet after?" Pansy asked from the pair after they parted. Draco took that as his cue to stuff his face into Killian'sneckas it was the only thing that provided him the most comfort besides Killian playing in his hair.

"Rita Skeeter is conducting the interviews. Be sure to be very cautious with her because she'll do anything or make anything up to get or sell a good story. Insufferable troll of a woman." She said to the smaller blonde boy before chuckling and mentally cooing at the sight of her best friend smothering his face into Killian's neck as he gently combed his fingers through Draco's hair.

"Thank you, Pansy. I'm pretty sure i'll be just fine, but thank you for the warning. I'll be sure to keep what you said in mind." Killian said, showing an expression of gratitude.

"Of course, anytime. You're one of the few friends that have, and I don't want her to tarnish your reputation."

"Thank you, Pansy. Your words are appreciated." He said with a smile.

When breakfast was over, Killian made his way to the room the interview was going to be held in.

Just as he was about to enter the room, he was spun around before a pair of lips attached themselves to his. He knew it was Draco when the familiar smell of green apples invaded his sense of smell.

Draco was urgent in his kiss as his arms were wrapped securely around Killian's waist. They parted after a while and just stared at each other for a few moments before Draco spoke.

"Killian, be extremely careful about what you say to that woman in there. You could have the purest intentions, and she will most definitely find a way to make it sound otherwise. I'm gonna wait right out here for you, and you can't talk me out of it either." Draco said with a hard expression as he gazed intently into the blue eyes that had captured his heart with a single glance.

Killian smiled a small smile and kissed Draco on his cheek before turning and entering the room.

The flash of a camera going off right in his face startled him, and he saw the woman he was warned about.

"Great, so nice of you to join us. Now, if you would just stand here." He barely got a word out before he was ushered over to the three other champions who seemed to be posing for a picture.

Fleur sat in a seat in the front while Killian stood right behind her with both Cedric and Viktor on either side of him. He felt wildly uncomfortable as he felt Viktor's arm slowly wrapping itself around his waist, so he sent a nasty, wordless stinging hex towards the male that yelped out in pain. The other looked towards him for a split second before shifting their attention, and Killian had a small smirk on his face.