The Girl Who Lived...Through Draco Malfoy

The Girl Who Lived...Through Draco Malfoy - Chapter 11

“You missed it!” Delia said excitedly. She sat on her bed and I on mine.

“What?” I asked. Maybe Pansy choked on her roll; the thought put a smile on my face.

“The school is hosting the Triwizard Tournament!” she announced excitedly.

“Great! Now, what is that?” she laughed, shaking her head. “I always forget you grew up in the muggle world. Anyway, it’s a contest between Hogwarts, Durmstrang, and Beauxbatons schools. There are three competitors, one from each school and each one goes through three tasks. The winner gets the Triwizard Cup.” Okay, simple enough.

“And how are the competitors chosen?” I asked.

“Each person writes their name on a piece of paper and puts it into the Goblet of Fire. Dumbledore said that on Halloween he’ll announce the champions.”

“Sounds exciting.” I said. I would have something to take my mind off of Pansy and Draco and everything that came with being at school.

“It is! They haven’t had a Triwizard Tournament since 1792 and everyone’s super anxious to see who gets picked.” I smiled. It was almost cute to see how excited she was. I guess I would be that excited if football came back after 200 years.

It was the new school activity to sit around and watch who put their names in the goblet. Delia and I would sit there and study, admiring those brave enough to enter. Suddenly a Hufflepuff boy walked into the hall, a couple classmates cheering him on. He strode up to the goblet, piece of paper in hand and a smile on his face.

“Cedric! Cedric!” students cheered as he tossed his name in. All the boys surrounded him, congratulating him and giving him those man-hugs where limited touching is involved.

He looked around as they walked with him out of the hall, his eyes meeting mine. I felt a rush of heat run through my body as we looked at each other, his bright grey eyes and smile causing my face to flush. His smile grew and my cheeks got hotter. When he was finally gone, I was sure my face was a nice shade of pink.

“Your face is so red!” Delia teased.

“Please shut up.” I sighed, fanning my face.

“Someone likes Cedric Diggory.” She laughed.

“No! It’s just hot in here.” I lied, the heat subsiding.

“Okay, whatever you say.” She giggled. I sighed and shook my head, but it was true. Cedric was a cute guy and I could swear there was some sort of spark when we locked eyes. Maybe Cedric was exactly what I needed to keep my mind off of…other things.

Delia insisted on telling me everything she knew about Cedric, which wasn’t too much, but it was more than I did. He was a sixth year, a prefect, and the captain and seeker of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team. He seemed too good to be true. There had to be a catch, some sort of fault, but as far as I knew there wasn’t.

“I’m going to run to the library really quick before it closes.” Delia nodded and I headed out. I found my book with five minutes left until curfew. I made my way back to the common room, but I was stopped before I could get too far. I sighed as Draco smirked down at me.

“Hello Draco.” I said, trying to walk past.

“You know it’s almost curfew, right?”

“Yes, and that’s why I’m trying to get back to my room.” Before he could say anything, someone walked up rescuing me.

“You guys know it’s past curfew?” Draco turned around and I couldn’t help but smile when I saw Cedric.

“We were on our ways.” He rolled his eyes then gave me a wink before leaving. I wanted to walk away, but my knees were too weak.

“Sorry, I was just getting a book from the library.” He smiled, stepping closer.

“Just don’t let it happened again.” He joked. I giggled then regretted it immediately. Who giggles anyway?!

“Well, I should get back.” I started walking away, trying as hard as I could not to pass out.

“Wait!” I turned around, my heart about to burst out of my chest. “I mean, I was just wondering what your name is? If you don’t mind me asking.” His nervousness seemed to calm my nerves.

“Quendie.” I smiled.

“Goodnight Quendie.” He smiled back and I walked away as quickly as I could. The further I got from Cedric, the more my heart returned to normal and I didn’t feel like I was going to pass out.

He saved me from Draco and in my book that was amazing all on its own.

On October 30, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang arrived, each in their own amazing way. The school had a huge feast to welcome the guests and everyone was excited to talk to the strangers.

“That Viktor Krum has all the girls talking.” Delia rolled her eyes. “Frankly, to me, he looks too dull to be any interest.” I laughed, looking around the Great Hall. Everyone was talking and laughing, including the new guests. My eyes met the bright grey ones of Cedric, making my cheeks flush again. He smiled, looking back down at his food and returning to his conversation.

“Everytime.” Delia said.

“What?” I asked, looking over at her.

“Nothing, just saying that every time you lay eyes on Cedric you blush. It’s cute.” She smiled. I only blushed harder thinking of Cedric seeing me go red.

Before dessert Dumbledore announced that the next night he would announce the champions for the tournament. Everyone cheered and the tables were emptied then refilled with an abundance of desserts. I couldn’t help but feel anxious. This could possibly be the most exciting thing I’d witness at my time at school.

Everyone sat in the Great Hall, the energy filling the giant room as Dumbledore began the selection ceremony. The goblet spat out a piece of paper which Dumbledore caught.

“Viktor Krum!” everyone cheered and the Durmstrang boys patted their friend on the back. Another paper flew out. “Fleur Delacour!” again, everyone cheered. The last piece of paper was caught and read aloud. “Cedric Diggory!” Hufflepuff erupted in cheers and Cedric stood up, his smile spread across his face as he walked up to the front to join the other champions. My heart fluttered as he stood there, his eyes meeting mine.

Our gaze was broken as the goblet spit out a fourth piece of paper, the Great Hall becoming silent. Dumbledore caught it, looking at it, but not reading it aloud. He looked up, then said the name. “Harry Potter.” Everyone gasped and the murmur of whispers began as Harry stood up and made his way to the front. Dumbledore ushered the teachers and champions out of the hall and we were left in confusion.

“Harry isn’t even old enough to compete!” I heard someone say.

“He’ll die!” I heard Hermione exclaim, her face filled with worry. My mind raced with possible explanations, but I couldn’t come up with anything. Someone had obviously tampered with the goblet and we needed to find out who was responsible.

Finally they came back in and Dumbledore made the announcement that Harry was to compete and the first task would be coming soon. Then he sent everyone to bed, the dessert on the table vanishing.

“They’re really going to let Harry compete?!” Delia asked as we walked to the common room.

“He’s going to get hurt, or worse.” I said. “Someone messed with the goblet and they did it so Harry would get chosen. Something bad is going to happen Delia, I can just feel it.” She nodded, letting silence fill the space between us.