Draco Malfoy is in Love With Me? (Harry Potter Fan Fiction)

Chapter 18: The Goblet of Fire

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Recap:

“So I heard something crazy from Pansy Parkinson the other day. Do you know what I am talking about,” He said with a wide grin. My cheeks flamed once again and the bats turned into pterodactyls in my stomach. Oh my!

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“Umm, no I don’t know what she would say,” I mumbled.

He chuckled, “I think you do.” He still had his smirk in place. My whole face was flushed a fiery red now.

I played dumb, “Can you tell me what she said then?” I tried to sound confident but I was too afraid, so I sounded absolutely ridiculous.

Draco let out a small laugh, “Well okay. It involves you in the library after the feast and you said something to your friends. I think it has something to do with me right?”

I let out a sigh. He knew and he knew I knew he knew. (If that made any sense.) I guess I will just admit it. “Yes what you heard was true. I really didn’t want it to go like this. I wanted it to be all romantic. Now Pansy ruined it,” I sighed again. I couldn’t meet his eyes because of how embarrassed I was.

“Claire,” he whispered. It made my heart melt. I looked up to meet his liquid silvery eyes. “I love you.” Then his lips were on mine. It was brilliant how we molded perfectly together. His tongue lightly traced along my bottom lip, wanting entrance, so I gave it to him with all that was worth.

This was our first actual kiss in person and not in a dream. There were no words to describe how it felt to kiss Draco. Sparks flew and fireworks went off. It was marvelous and wonderful. We slow danced to a new song as we kissed. It was all just perfect. “Is that romantic enough? If it’s not, I can go hex Pansy now, but only if you want me to,” he told me when we drew back. We were quite breathless from the intensity of the kiss.

“It was perfect,” I giggled. “You aren’t going anywhere mister. You can go hex Pansy later. Right now I want another kiss from the boy I love.”

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That night I had a dreamless sleep. I told him that we shouldn’t meet each other in dreams anymore because I wanted the real deal if we did anything. After the date I realized that doing for real was so much better than the dreams.

Chloe and Drinian, well more Chloe, had wanted to know every single detail that went on during our date. I gave her a shortened version of the events. I was definitely not telling her about how he said he loved me and the kiss. She already went insane when I told her about dancing with him.

“What songs did you dance to? What did he do? Did he kiss you? Did he say that he loved your outfit? He better have because that took forever. Did he smell good? Of course he did. He isn’t called the Slytherin Sex God for no reason. Did you guys do it?” She gasped.

I was too stunned to say anything. Drinian answered for me, “Of course she wouldn’t do that Chloe. If anything they would only kiss, which I am sure she did. If they did do that then I would go kick his ass because I am sure Claire wouldn’t have wanted to do anything like that.”

I smiled at him. “Thanks,” I mouthed. He nodded in return.

“Did you kiss him?” Chloe asked cautiously. I couldn’t lie to her because she would know so I nodded my head. I could tell she wanted to freak out, but she held it in. “Well that’s cool,” she said casually.

Drinian and I couldn’t help but laugh. “Go ahead,” I told her. She was practically bouncing off the walls of the common room. Some of the other Gryffindor’s were glancing in our direction with curious expressions.

The entrance door slammed open with Mrs. McGonagall striding in. All eyes were on her as she announced, “Get ready for another feast then be down in the Great Hall in twenty minutes.” At that note she paced back out of the common room. Everyone was silent until the door slammed closed, and then everyone was out of their seats; heading to their dormitories to change into their feast robes. That’s weird. We don’t normally have feasts on Sundays.

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We were all seated in the Great Hall talking amongst ourselves after we had finished our food. We became silent when Dumbledore stood up.

"The moment has come," said Dumbledore, smiling around at the sea of upturned faces. "The Triwizard Tournament is about to start. I would like to say a few words of explanation before we bring in the casket. Just to clarify the procedure that we will be following this year. But first, let me introduce, for those who do not know them, Mr. Bartemius Crouch, Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation.” He acknowledged a man in a bowler cap.

Bartemius Crouch did not smile or wave when his name was announced. His toothbrush mustache and severe parting looked very odd next to Dumbledore's long white hair and beard.

“Mr. Crouch have worked tirelessly over the last few months on the arrangements for the Triwizard Tournament," Dumbledore continued, "and he will be joining myself, Professor Karkaroff, and Madame Maxime on the panel that will judge the champions' efforts. The casket, then, if you please, Mr. Filch."

Filch, who had been lurking unnoticed in a far corner of the Hall, now approached Dumbledore carrying a great wooden chest encrusted with jewels. It looked extremely old.

"The instructions for the tasks the champions will face this year have already been examined by Mr. Crouch," said Dumbledore as Filch placed the chest carefully on the table before him, "and he has made the necessary arrangements for each challenge. There will be three tasks, spaced throughout the school year, and they will test the champions in many different ways… their magical prowess - their daring -their powers of deduction - and, of course, their ability to cope with danger." At this last word, the Hall was filled with a silence so absolute that nobody seemed to be breathing.

"As you know, three champions compete in the tournament," Dumbledore went on calmly, "one from each of the participating schools. They will be marked on how well they perform each of the Tournament tasks and the champion with the highest total after task three will win the Triwizard Cup. The champions will be chosen by an impartial selector: the Goblet of Fire."

Dumbledore now took out his wand and tapped three times upon the top of the casket. The lid creaked slowly open. Dumbledore reached inside it and pulled out a large, roughly hewn wooden cup. It would have been entirely unremarkable had it not been full to the brim with dancing blue-white flames. Dumbledore closed the casket and placed the goblet carefully on top of it, where it would be clearly visible to everyone in the Hall.

"Anybody wishing to submit themselves as champion must write their name and school clearly upon a slip of parchment and drop it into the goblet," said Dumbledore. "Aspiring champions have twenty-four hours in which to put their names forward. Tomorrow night, Halloween, the goblet will return the names of the three it has judged most worthy to represent their schools. The goblet will be placed in the entrance hall tonight, where it will be freely accessible to all those wishing to compete.

"To ensure that no underage student yields to temptation," said Dumbledore, "I will be drawing an Age Line around the Goblet of Fire once it has been placed in the entrance hall. Nobody under the age of seventeen will be able to cross this line.

"Finally, I wish to impress upon any of you wishing to compete that this tournament is not to be entered into lightly. Once a champion has been selected by the Goblet of Fire, he or she is obliged to see the tournament through to the end. The placing of your name in the goblet constitutes a binding, magical contract. There can be no change of heart once you have become a champion. Please be very sure, therefore, that you are wholeheartedly prepared to play before you drop your name into the goblet. Now, I think it is time for bed. Good night to you all."