Reckless ~ Tomione

The Contract

"Hermione?" a voice rang out in the silence. Hermione froze, recognise might the voice. Fleamont Potter. "Did you put your name in he Goblet?"

"Oh, Merlin!" she exclaimed. "Yes!" She turned to Draco, hoping his acting was enough to fool everyone. "Draco, didn't we? But...hasn't the Hogwarts champion been chosen already?"

Hermione's heart pounded as she waited for his reply. She almost breathed a sigh of relief as his face contorted into a confused expression.

"Yeah...we did. But, how did we get chosen again?"

"Miss Greystone, Mr Arcturus, I think you'd better follow me." Dumledore beckoned them from the door where the other Champions disappeared. Hermione and Draco stood up slowly, walking towards the door with worried expressions on their faces. Fleamont and Euphemia gave them confused glances as they passed, to which Hermione shrugged at, as if she didn't know what was going on either.

"Well," Dumbledore addressed them, "Mr Arcturus and Miss Greystone, did you or did you not put your names into the Goblet?"

Hermione internally squirmed under his scrutiny.

"We did, Sir," she replied, willing her voice not to waver.

"And you didn't do anything to alter the chances of getting chosen?"

"Professor Dumbledore," Draco interrupted, "Hermione is, and has always been against any form of cheating, and refuses to take part in it. Even if I had wanted to, I couldn't have persuaded her to even make the slightest change to her chances."

"And you, Mr Arcturus?" Dumbledore questioned, peering over his spectacles at him.

"I wouldn't do something like this."

Dumbledore nodded. "Very well, follow me. The others will be in for a surprise."

He walked down the corridor and turned into another room. Hermione noticed his slight frown, but didn't comment on it. Instead, she turned to Draco, who was striding alongside her, and whispered, just loud enough for Dumbledore to hear them, "I didn't know there could be more Champions from one school. Shouldn't we be giving our spot up for the real Champion?"

Hermione was glad that she and Draco understood each other enough to know when they needed to lie for each other.

"I'm not sure, I heard that once we were chosen, we were bound to the Tournament, which was to prevent backing out. I don't understand, who would've tried to make us be chosen?"

"I have no clue."

Hermione was relieved when, after what felt like the longest walk of her life, they finally arrived at a door. Dumbledore knocked gently but firmly, and pushed the door open.

"Hello," he greeted the other two Headmasters at the door, not allowing the Champions to see Hermione and Draco. "Monsieur Mathieu and Sir Rolfe, please, allow me to introduce you to the third Champion and her Second, Miss Hermione Greystone and Mr Draco Arcturus."

He stepped aside to reveal the two newcomers. The Champions, who had been quietly conversing with their partners, spun around. Hermione saw a flash of white-blonde hair before hearing the smash of a glass hitting the ground.

"Hermione?"