Exception (Drarry - BoyxBoy)

Chapter 3: Champions

Draco's POV

"The champion for Durmstrang," Dumbledore's voice boomed around the Great Hall as he read off the piece of parchment, "will be Viktor Krum." A storm of applause and cheering swept through the Hall, almost making it hard for Draco to zone out from the noise. This Triwizard Tournament did not seem to faze or amuse Draco at all, in fact, he thought it would be just an entire inconvenience to the school year.

"The champion for Beauxbatons," The headmaster continued, "is Fleur Delacour!" There was another round of applause throughout the Great Hall. Draco finally gave up on attempting to not listen. He focused his attention on Dumbledore, clapping slowly with the rest of the Hall with a bored expression evident on his face. The Goblet of Fire blazed a bright red once more before Dumbledore pulled the third and final piece of parchment from it.

"The Hogwarts champion," Dumbledore called, "is Cedric Diggory!" There was an uproar of clapping, screaming, and stamping that had erupted greatly from the Hufflepuff table. The applause for Cedric went on longer than it had for the other previous champions. Draco scoffed at the thought of people actually being glad that a Hufflepuff would be put into the Triwizard Tournament. As if he could actually succeed in winning the tournament. After a long while, Dumbledore's voice could finally be heard again.

As the headmaster continued on with his speech about the support the other students should give to the three champions, Draco started to tune out again before suddenly realizing that the fire in the goblet had turned red again. The whole Great Hall had their eyes affixed to the blazing red goblet as another piece of parchment had shot out of it. Dumbledore immediately reached out his hand to snatch the piece of parchment from the air. He stared at the name written on the parchment for a long moment before clearing his throat and reading the name aloud.

"Harry Potter."

The whole Great Hall turned their heads to the Gryffindor table, including Draco. He watched silently and perplexed as Hermione Granger had to push Harry out of his seat at the table to move. Draco somehow knew that he hadn't put his name in; tricking the goblet would've taken great power and knowledge, and in no way did Harry possess that sort of knowledge or power. Draco's eyes followed Harry as he briskly walked towards the headmaster and followed where the previous champions had gone. There was a loud buzz of puzzled whispers as to how he had gotten his name in the goblet even though everyone knew was too young. Draco looked over at Pansy and Blaise to see them whispering back and forth to each other just like the rest of the Great Hall. Draco merely stared at them before turning his head again to see the teachers' table. All of the teachers were silent except a few as they kept staring back and forth to each other, as if talking without really saying anything.

Finally, the teachers quieted the Great Hall and instructed the rest of the students to go back to their houses. Draco stood up along with Blaise and Pansy and began walking back down to the dungeons along with many other Slytherins.

"How do you think he got his name in the goblet?" said Blaise as they continued walking, "I didn't think he was that smart to be able figure it out."

"Maybe he had someone do it for him." Pansy said.

"Hmm." Blaise said as a response, a puzzled look on his face.

Draco looked at the two of them, "You really think he wanted to even be considered in the Triwizard Tournament? The Granger girl literally had to push him to get him to stand up."

"Alright, then how do you think his name got put into the goblet without him even realizing it until now?"

Draco remembered his father talking about something happening during this Triwizard Tournament this year. Is this what he meant? Or was it something more?

"I don't know. Maybe someone put his name in to get him killed or something. This tournament is going to be dangerous, that's why there was an age restriction put on the Goblet of Fire in the first place." The other two stayed silent as they continued on, as if they were realizing how serious this occurrence could be. He knew deep down that this could mean that something really terrible could happen this year, but he didn't dare say it aloud because it would just make it seem real. He didn't want it to be true, that some awful thing could happen, but it was the only thing that seemed plausible.

Soon enough, the three of them and many more Slytherins made it to their common room. Most of the other Slytherins went up to their own rooms. A couple stayed in the common room with their friends. It was mostly quiet compared to the loud voices and whispering that was always heard in the Great Hall. Pansy and Blaise walked up to their own rooms to get some sleep. Draco followed in suit, but knew he wouldn't sleep for a while.

He looked around his room, before starting to undress. Most of the other Slytherins had to share their rooms with at least one other person, yet somehow Draco had gotten his own room. Maybe it had been because of his father, but who knows. All that he knew was that he was glad he had some privacy.

Draco finally slipped under his covers and into his cold bed in only his boxers and a white t-shirt. He looked up at the ceiling, barely able to see it because of how dark it was. He began to wonder how this year would play out for him. Or anyone, really. He had an aching feeling that it wouldn't go well, but he couldn't tell the future so there was no way for him to really know what could possibly happen. Maybe his negative attitude and thought process was just making him think that something bad could happen, or maybe it was true. He could never really be sure, though.

He began to think about Harry and what he was thinking. If this really wasn't his idea to put his name in the goblet, then he must be so confused. He started to worry about him, and then felt stupid and silly. It wasn't as if they were friends, so why should he care? Probably because he had a foolish and childish crush on him that nothing would come out of. He felt gullible to fall for him because he knew that most every girl at this girl had fallen for him, and probably a few boys, too. Most of them who had a crush on him just liked him because he was famous. But Draco didn't think that he being famous was the sole reason for him liking Harry. He wasn't even sure himself what made him realize that he liked him. One day he just realized he didn't like girls and got to thinking. He also knew that he didn't have a chance with him, and maybe that's why.

Draco turned on his side to face one of the walls. He closed his eyes, reluctantly slipping into a deep sleep.

A/N: Aight, so I have ideas for some of the future chapters, but right now I'm kind of just stuck. I have a couple chapters pre-written and a lot of ideas but it's kind of just hard to put those ideas into words and make it sound okay. But I think I'm reaching a point in the story where I will soon have mostly everything figured out for a while, but other than that I'm just going to try to write more and get some of this fanfic done with so I can get to more of the interesting parts. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed.