Enemies |✔️|

-8-

   So I'm just going to like ignore the part where Harry gets chosen from the Goblet and the part where everyone is shook because I'm lazy.

   "Hagrid took me out last night to help me with the first challenge." I tell him. "Dragons."
   "Dragons? Are the teachers insane? You're a fourth year! You aren't even supposed to be in the tournament!" Malfoy says in a panicky voice.
   I kiss him. It's a gentle kiss, just to soothe his worries. "Hey, I'm going to be fine. It's just a bunch of huge, fire breathing, flying reptiles." I say sarcastically. He glares at me.
   "So... am I allowed to cheer for you?" He asks.
   "I don't know, I think only my boyfriend would be allowed to cheer for me."
   "Well do you want me to be your boyfriend, Potter?" He asks as he leans in towards me.
   "I suppose that would be quite alright, Malfoy." I giggle slightly as he rubs our noses together. He touches our lips together.

    The next day is the first challenge. We have to randomly select a dragon out of a bag, and then battle said dragon to get its golden egg, which we need for the next competition.
    I choose out of the bag last. Hungarian Horntail. Fun. I get pulled away just before going out. Pulled into a dark corner.
    "Good luck out there, Potter. Try not to die." Draco says before kissing me.
    "Thanks." I reply. He rushed out to get back in the stands. (K and then Harry fights the dragon, destroys the roof, and gets the golden egg.)
   Before I could meet Draco, I had to attend the after party in the Gryffindor common room. I received glares from Ron all night, since he noticed I had been sneaking out. Each time he glared at me Hermione kicked him.
   I went out to the secret balcony once more to meet Draco. We hung out for about ten minutes, when it started to get dark.
   Walking back to the library so we could split up, we hear the one voice we didn't want to hear. "Ten points from Slytherin, twenty points from Gryffindor." Snape says in his little Snape voice.
   "Why do I get more points off than him?" I ask angrily.
   "Because I like him more than you, if it wasn't obvious already." He replies tiredly. I roll my eyes. "Five more points from Gryffindor for that, Potter. Now both of you, get to bed!"
   I have a solemn journey back to the painting of the fat lady. I lost twenty five points in two minutes. Ron will know it was me. He's not going to like that I lost points for hanging out with a Slytherin in the middle of the night.