Devil at Hogwarts

Chapter 3

Triwizard tournament

I woke around 4 am and decided to get ready for the day. I wore a short black skirt with a white button down tucked in. Along with the green and silver tie and knee high socks. I went to the bathroom and did some light makeup. I put my hair in two French braids and put in my blue contacts.

After getting ready I head down to the common room to sit by the fire. Thinking about the day ahead I make a list of things to do.

1. Meet Harry Potter and torment him
2. Meet with professor Snape and discuss plans
3. Play with fire
4. Go to the forest and find someone to kill

The list is short but knowing I'm with wizards it will become much longer. Shortly after watching the fire and getting lost in the flames, I hear someone sit on the chair beside me.

"Good morning, Emery." Draco sits with his legs crossed staring down at me.

"Good morning. Although I don't see what's so good about it." I snarl back because honestly it's 4:30 and nothing good is planned for the day.

"Well they announce champions at dinner today." His eyes look hopeful.

"Yes, I'm aware. What's so special about this tournament, anyways?" I question curiously. All I know is the champions fight and some end up dying.

"Well the winner gets eternal fame." I burst out in laughter. Is that all he think about? Being famous? "What's so funny?"

"You think eternal fame is good?" He looks hurt at my question. " I'm the devils daughter and yet the only one people know about is my father. I'm not in any fairy tales or legends. Eternal fame is anything but good."

"Well if you win the tournament people would know who you are..." he replies trailing off looking away from me.

I think for a moment. If I did enter that would mean I could pull apart the ministry too. A girl too young entering the tournament would set off things I can't even imagine.

I jump up and grab Draco's hand. I drag him along with me to the triwizard cup. I scribble my name on the paper and toss it in.

I turn back around looking at Draco. "What have you just done?" His eyebrows are raised and his jaw is agape.

"Well I've just put my name in the cup. If I get drawn I will pull apart the ministry. They will put their attention on why a 15 year old girl is in the tournament." I smirk proudly at what I've just done.

"Are you insane? People die in these things!" He truly looks hurt and worried for myself being. And I must admit it's send a wave of guilt over me. Wait what am I saying I'm the devils daughter I don't have those feelings.

"Actually yes I am. And besides I can't die. I'm 350 years old I think I know how to handle myself." Getting annoyed at my attitude he roughly grabs my hand and ushers us into a closet.

"You can't just do things like that Emery!" He grabs my shoulders and pins me against the wall. He stands very close and I can smell a hint of mint in his breath.

"You're supposed to lay low. And I'm supposed to watch over you! How am I supposed to do that when you're off and I can't follow." Shocked at his reaction I'm speechless.

"Well I like I said I can take care of myself." I grab his wrist taking his hands off me.

I hear him mutter under his breath "You're father doesn't think that." I was about to walk out the door when I snap back around pinning him against the wall.

"He doesn't know anything. And if you ever bring up my father I won't think twice about snapping your neck." I have my hand on his neck and my other hand in a fist ready to punch his nose.

In a split second he flips us around so he has me pinned against the wall. He stands in between my legs and holds my arms up with one hand, using his other hand to hold my neck.

I smirk at him. He doesn't know but I can feel him hard against my leg. I use this to my advantage and push against him. Licking my lips I lean forward and kiss his neck. He closes his eyes and takes a ragged breath in.

He releases my hands and I walk out of the closet. I've had enough fun but still have my to do list. So heading down the hall I make my way to breakfast.