The Goblet of Fire//Draco X Reader

14 - Victory!

You laugh, which is newrly drowned out by the deafening sound of applause from around you. After the first trial, you had been taken back to the Gryffindor common room to celebrate. In fact, the twins carried you back on their shoulders; which you still sit on as they hoist you in the air for the many surrounding students to see.

"We knew you woulsnt die, (Y/N)!" George says from below you, looking up as you sit half on his shoulder half on Freds, who speaks next.

"Lose a leg."

"Or an arm." George replies.

"Pack it all together." Fred says, grinning.

"Never!" The Weasley twins shout the word in unison, then lower you from their shoulders. They set you gently on the stone floor that the many Gryffindors huddle closer to you on, and also the same location that Semeus is.

You look over, seeing Seamus walking closer to you. He holds the mechanical egg you had retrieved, and it sparkles in the firefight from nearby. The walls of the room are decorated a crimson red, and many dark oak furnishings are scattered around the commons. Seamus holds out the egg to you, smiling.

"Go on, (Y/N). Whats the clue?" You gently take the egg, which is nearly the size of your torso, in your arms. You get an idea, looking out at the crowd of black cloaked teenagers around you. You hoist the egg in the air for all to see.

"You want me to open it?" They all cry out, eager to know what the next clue is. The screams of approval urge you to open the egg, which you proceed to do.

You reach a (s/c) hand towards the top of the golden shell, which has three lines running through it for it to peel open in parts. The tip of the egg has a miniscule button on the top, glistening so brightly it seems to be calling you to it. You comply, and the shell peels apart in three pieces. It almost makes you drop it.

Everyone winces, covering their ears and shouting in pain. The inside of the egg has retained its shape, the gold exterior having parted like a flower budding. The core of the egg, a milky white substance filled with bubbles, retains its oval shape. From the inside, a scream like that of a harpy calls. It circles in the room, and you quickly immediately you close it once more. The scream is silenced, and people begin to recover from their sudden state of shock.

"What the bloody hell was that?" You ask, shaking your head as people check to see if their brains are leaking out their ears and munbling to test their hearing. Suddenly, they all fall silent. Harry taps your shoulder, tilting his head in the direction everyone is looking. Ron stands in the doorway, frowning at you slightly.

"Alright everyone, go back to your knitting!" Fred calls, escorting your peers out of the room and back to their beds. "This is gonna be uncomfortable enough without all you nosey sods listening in."

You walk over to the young Weasley boy, holding the egg in one arm. He glances down at it, then back at you with crossed arms.

"I reckon you'd have to be barking mad to put your own name in the Goblet of Fire." He says, looking at his feet shamefully. You smile slightly at the ginger.

"Well, perhaps it runs in the family."

"Wasn't just me who thought you did it." He says, defensive. "Everyone was saying it behind your back. Except Harry, 'course."

"Brilliant." You say, noticing your adoptive brother and Hermione have been listening in. "That makes me feel loads better."

"At least I warned you about the dragons." You raise an eyebrow, calling to attention the frigid feeling of the egg in your arms.

"Hagrid warned me about the dragons. It fely weird, battling one. It felt like attacking my family." You bite your lip, feeling the empty sensation creep to your chest. It was wrong. Very wrong. The dragons blood runs in your veins, it was terrible to fight one.

"Oh no no, I did. Don't you remember? I told Hermione to tell you that Seamus told me that Parvati told Dean that Hagrid was looking for you. Seamus never actually told me anything, so it was really me all along. I thought you'd be alright, you know, after you figured that out."

"Id have to be mental to figure that out." You say, impressed with Rons plan.

"Yeah, you would wouldnt you? Guess I was distraught." You begin to laugh, and Ron joins in. The Weasley pulls you into a hug, and you return it giddily. Well, perhaps you are on better terms after all.

*Time Skip*

You sit next to Hermione, who sits across from Ron, who sits next to Harry at the Gryffindir table in the Great Hall. You are eating lunch, and as you bite into a vibrant red apple you see Harry take a swig from his goblet. Girls are giggling behind him, one of them Cho, who he had met on the Hogwarts Express. He turns, seeing her. Your brother smiles, and as his lips part water drains from them and onto his lap. The girls laugh, and you join in at Harrys clumsy nature.

"Look at this! I cant believe it!" You look at the girl next to you, who tosses a newspaper onto the table. The black and white paper holds the picture of you and Draco hugging before the first trial, and you begin to read the paper out loud.

"Mister Malfoy seems to be developing a taste for famous witches of his families status. Though he seems to be loyal to Miss Black, her friend Hermione Granger has grown quite friendly with Viktor Krum. This is Ritas paper, isnt it?" You ask, looking at the frizzy haired girl. She shakes her head sadly, and you place a hand on her back. You go to say something more, but an owl suddenly swoops into the dining area. He drops a large brown package in front of Ron, then flies off. Ron stares at it, pulling at the thin string that holds it together.

"Seems Mums sent me something." He undos the wrapping, pulling out a hidious object. Its a long robe, made of brown tweed with ornate and white ruffles at the collar and end of the sleeves. "Mums sent me a dress?"

"Well it does match your eyes." You say, your nature kicking in that reflects that of your father. Harry peeks into the box, seeing nothing else in it.

"Aw, I thought there would be a bonnet." You grin slyly, high fiving Harry. Ron looks down the long table, seeing Ginny sitting many people away. He holds up the outfit, showing it to her.

"Ginny, this must be for you." Ginny groans, and the eyes of every Gryffindor and Slytherin, and Beuxbaton turn to Ron.

"I'm not wearing that! Its ghastly!" The twins who sit nearby her nod in agreement, as well as a few other random members of the house.

"But its for you!" Ron cries, holding it out to her. Hermione begins laughing uncontrollably. You turn to her, and she whispers to Ron. Still, everyone hears it as they listen in on the conversation.

"They're not for Ginny, theyre for you! Dress robes!" All people who heard Hermione laugh uproariously, some holding their gut in pain.

"Dress robes?" Ron asks, his voice cracking. "For what?!"