enchanted • draco malfoy

Year 4: The Champions

Felicity's POV

The next day, Hermione, Ron, Harry, and I were standing in the Great Hall, which had been cleared of its center tables in honor of the Goblet of Fire, which stood in the middle of the room. There were throngs of other students all around us, all of which were watching more and more contestants put their name into the fiery goblet.

Suddenly, a group of sixth and seventh years entered the room, applauding and shouting. With no degree of surprise, I noted Cedric in the middle, being corralled towards the goblet. I laughed, along with the rest of the Hogwarts students present, as one of his friends gave him one last push past the glowing blue age line.

Cedric shook his head, a grin on his face, and unfolded a crumpled piece of paper in his hand. Looking over at me, he winked before dropping his name into the cup.

His Hufflepuff buddies cheered more and Hermione nudged me, a secretive smile on her face. "Oh, shut up," I chastised her with a laugh. She held her hands up in surrender, fighting her growing smirk. "I didn't say anything!" she said innocently, glancing down at her open book.

Ron and Harry drifted away, mumbling about eternal glory as Mione and I bickered. "Cedric's like a brother to me, and even if, by some minuscule chance, he did like me, he's way out of my league. Practically every girl's obsessed with him," I reasoned with her in hushed tones. She scoffed. "Oh, please," she retorted, "Have you seen yourself, Fel?" I opened my mouth to respond before Fred and George raced into the room, shouting and whooping victoriously.

"Well, lads, we've done it," George announced, coming to stand on one of the benches Hermione and I were seated on. "Cooked it up just this morning," Fred added, joining his brother and holding two vials of Aging Potion. Hermione sighed. "It's not going to work," she informed them in a sing-song voice, causing everyone to instantly quiet down.

The twins knelt down on either side of Mione, Fred on my side. "Oh yeah?" George began. "And why's that, Granger?" Fred finished. Hermione looked incredulous. She pointed to the blue line. "See this?" she questioned rhetorically, "This is an Age Line. Dumbledore drew it himself."

"So?" Fred asked. I rolled my eyes before cutting in. "So," I pointed out, "one of the greatest wizards of all time could not possibly be fooled by something so, so-" "-pathetically dimwitted," Hermione interrupted, finishing my sentence, "as an Aging Potion." The twins grinned. "But that's why it's so brilliant," Fred said. "Because it's so pathetically dimwitted," George smirked.

The twins stood up and linked arms, a vial in each of their hands.

"Ready, Fred?"

"Ready, George."

"Bottoms up!"

They tipped their heads back in unison and unlinked arms, jumping into the circle. They waited a moment, and when nothing happened, the cheering began. The twins high-fived each other before putting their names into the Goblet of Fire.

Then blue fire spewed out everywhere, latching onto the twins and throwing them back outside the circle. They sat up, dazed, as other students began roaring with laughter. Their hair was turning white, and sprouting from their faces were white beards and mustaches, similar to Dumbledore's. They stared at one another, horrified, before the accusations began.

"You said-" "You said!"

Fred tackled George, and they rolled around on the ground wrestling before the doors swung open with a hollow bang and a none other than Viktor Krum walked in, flanked by two other Durmstrang students. My eyes instantly zeroed in on the guy on his left side, the one I noticed the first day they arrived. He stared straight ahead, but his eyes flickered over to meet mine once or twice. I blushed and watched Krum instead. He reached up and put his name into the goblet, the sound of the fire crackling the only noise in the hall.

He looked over at Hermione as he did so, and she stared back, a small, thoughtful smile on her face. My eyes widened. Oh, Ron would be livid. Not only does someone else seem to fancy Hermione, but a world-famous 18 year old Quidditch player does. I averted my gaze from their seemingly private moment just as someone sat next to me, fully turned to face me. My breath caught in my throat as I registered the stranger as the Durmstrang guy.

"Hey," he greeted, as if we'd known each other for years. "I'm Dalton." Everyone around us had gone back to talking, though I still felt some eyes on my back every now and then. "Um, Felicity," I managed to stammer out. I'm sure my face was red and I could barely hear Hermione muffle her laughter with a cough besides me. The little eavesdropper.

"I've been meaning to talk to you since the night we came here, but you're always surrounded by your friends," he said conversationally. "Yeah, I, uh- yeah," I stuttered. I sighed and looked down as he laughed.

A smile made it's way onto my face. "Sorry, I- it's been a long day," I said, chuckling. He just nodded and bit his lip hesitantly before saying, "So, to my understanding, there's a trip down to the little village of Hogsmeade next weekend."

I ignored my thumping heart and fought to keep a grin off my face. "You understand correctly," I informed him. "So, I was wondering if you'd accompany me there. You know, give me a tour and such," he said smoothly. I pretended to think about it for a second. "Hmmm... I don't know. I've only just met you," I deliberated. Dalton batted his eyelashes and I broke down laughing. "Okay, okay, fine. I guess I can do that," I giggled, "If you insist." Dalton winked. "Trust me, I do."

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The following night was, as Dumbledore put it, "The night everyone had been waiting for." The night we'd find out who each school's champion is. Every student from each school was seated at a table, all of us anxiously waiting for Dumbledore's words. I was sitting between Seamus and Dalton; the latter had only given me a charming smile as he took his seat.

Everyone grew quiet as Dumbledore swept a hand through the air and the fires lighting up the Hall dimmed. He approached the Goblet of Fire and placed his hands on the cup, then backed away. We were all silent in anticipation, before the constant fire streaming from the goblet changed from blue to red. There were several gasps and murmurs from the younger students.

A piece of paper was spewed from the fire, and Dumbledore nimbly caught it. His eyes skimmed over the paper, before he shouted, "The Durmstrang champion is... Viktor Krum!" The Durmstrang students broke out in cheers and hollers as Krum walked over to Dumbledore and shook his hand before exiting the Hall.

The fire pulsated and flickered before sputtering out another name. "The champion for Beauxbatons is... Fleur Delacour!" There were cheers, though they were less enthusiastic than the ones Krum received. Many girls were smiling, but some smiles looked forced as a pretty blonde girl stood up and shook Dumbledore's hand before departing.

"And the Hogwarts champion," Dumbledore announced, "Cedric Diggory!" I shot to my feet, cheering as loud as humanly possible. "Yeah, Ced!" He looked over and smiled, flashing me a subtle thumbs up. I grinned and sat back down as the students quieted.

"Excellent!" Dumbledore said, his voice echoing through the Hall, "We now have our three champions. But in the end, only one will go down in history." Next to me, Seamus whispered, "Do you and Diggory fancy each other or something?" He sounded a little miffed and I rolled my eyes. "Of course not, Seamus. Don't be silly," I chided him.

Suddenly, the blue flames coming from the goblet burned red again, and the fire leaped up. Dumbledore approached the cup warily, before another piece of paper shot into the air. He caught it and read the name before whispering, "Harry Potter." My jaw dropped and my head snapped over to look at Harry on the other side of Seamus.

"Harry Potter!" Dumbledore repeated, louder this time. Harry looked stunned. Hermione grabbed his shirt and began pulling him up out of his seat and pushed him forward. "Go on, Harry, for goodness sake," she muttered.

As soon as Harry stood up, students began shouting. "He's a cheat!" "Sit down, Potter!" "He's not even 17 yet!" He continued walking, past the professors and down to the champions chambers.

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so how do you guys like dalton ? i already love him he's my little bean, i put the actor that i imagine him as (jordan fisher) up at the beginning 

okay i love you all so much thanks for sticking with me