CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── "You're out of your mind."
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Y/N POV
The next afternoon, Draco Malfoy's words echoed in my head as I watched him skip a rock across the lake. The boy was fully convinced that Harry Potter had put his name in the Goblet of Fire on purpose, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. The Triwizard Tournament wasn't a game, and the stakes were too high for Harry to volunteer for it willingly.
"I don't know if my opinion matters or not, but I don't think Harry is the one who put his name in the Goblet of Fire." I said.
Draco turned to me, his expression tight with irritation. "Why?"
"Because the day everyone was putting their names in, Ron was talking about the tournament and how he wished he would be old enough to enter. I was watching Harry, and he didn't seem that interested."
Draco huffed, tossing another rock. "Who do you think did it, then?"
"That's the only part I'm not sure about," I admitted. "But it doesn't add up. Harry's not reckless enough to volunteer for something this dangerous."
"I bet he was lying to you both so nobody would suspect him," Draco muttered.
I groaned and turned to face the boy. "People die in this tournament, Draco."
I threw a rock of my own, watching it plop into the water far beyond his. The boy glanced at me, then at the splash. "Good arm."
"Thanks," I muttered, running my fingers through my hair, the stress of the situation gnawing at me.
Noticing my discomfort, Draco lifted an eyebrow and asked, "What is it?"
"I'm just..."
I sighed then met his gaze.
"Draco, what if something happens to him. What if....someone bad is behind this?" I asked in a serious tone.
Draco chuckled, dismissing me with a smirk. "You're out of your mind."
"Come on," I continued. "The Dark Mark at the World Cup, and now this...I can't help but feel like this has something to do with Voldemort."
"Yeah, okay," Draco rolled his eyes.
That was it. I couldn't deal with his indifference anymore. I grabbed my bag and stood up. "I can't deal with you right now."
