open-minded (draco x reader)

the goblet of fire

when the bell rang at exactly 8:00 for dinner, robyn, Y/N, draco, crabbe and goyle all strolled up to the great hall, all in an urgent conference over who would get picked to be the three champions,

"wait draco dont tell me, you entered" said Y/N cupping her hands over her mouth, darco said nothing in reply, he just smiled and shrugged

"JUST COZ YOUR OLD ENOUGH DOESN'T MEAN YOU HAVE TOO" said Y/N slapping draco in the arm. "YOU COULD DIE IN THIS" complained, clearly worried.

"oh yea, and why do i matter so much to you little ging" laughed draco, "are you crushin' on me right now" 

"NO, absolutly not" Y/n blushed a bright shade of red while saying this "FINE GO AND TRY TO GET YOURSELF KILLED, SEE IF I CARE" 

"i hear harry might have put his name in!" chatted draco, he was talking louder than normal so that Y/N could hear him very clearly

"HE HASN'T, and i know that for a fact, he said on the train that only over 17's were allowed to put their name in, well in gryffindor anyway" said Y/N in a very matter-of-factly tone. the rest of the walk up Y/N was silent, thinking about what name would come out of the cup. 

soon enough they reached the hall, Y/N sat next to draco and robyn, crabbe and goyle on either side of them, first dumbledore said a few words about the tournament, then the picking of the name started, the once bright blue flame changed to a deep pink and a small piece of old parchment flew out.

" the durmstrang champion is............................. VIKTOR KRUM" roared dumbldore, a tall, muscular man stood up at the durmstrang table and marched over to the head master, shook his hand and stood back behind the cup, once he had done so the blue flame burned pink and a frilled and highly decorated piece of paper flew out,

"the beuxbatons champion is........................................FLEUR DELACOURE" chanted dumbledore, his loud voice filled with anticipation, she did the same as krum, swaying her long golden ponytail as she went,

"veela are so pretty, aren't they" googled draco, satring over at the ravenclaw to where the beuxbatons students sat,

"aw thanks goldy locks" mocked Y/N, resting her hand on her hand and batting her eyelids

" what do you mean???" asked draco, confused

"im veela, duh!" said Y/N, mockingly "i can do what they do, its kinda like a charm sorta thing" 

"DO IT" demanded robyn,

"okay??!??!?!?!" laughed Y/N, and with that, she flicked her hair, and most the boys and few girls turned their heads and goggled at her beauty, she look them same to Y/N but not to everyone else,

"BITCH, I THINK IM FUCKING GAY COZ I WANT YOU TO BE MY GIRLFRIEND" said robyn, her mouth hanging open.

"close your mouth love your catching flies, and if you are gay, i will full support you as your bestie" smiled Y/N, pulling robyn's chin and shaking it

"Y/N LOOK" said draco punching her in the shoulder.

"OW draco that hurt-" she stared at the top of the hall, harry was walking up, she grabbed on to dracos arm, and squeezed it, 

"am, Y/N your squeezing my arm to hard" complained draco, trying to pull his arm out of her grasps

"oh, sorry" Y/N said realising what she was doing. 

"GREAT WE NOW HAVE OUR THREE CHAMPIONS, ETERNAL GLORY LIES FOR WHOEVER WINS THIS TOURNAMENT" as dumbledore rambled on, a few students and teacher noticed something happening to the cup, the blue flames were starting to glow pink again, the fire grew larger and ranged around the place, dumbedore turn to look at the cup and as he did another piece of parchment flew out at him,

"y/n potter..........................................Y/N POTTER" dumbledore raged, the anger rising in his voice

"get up Y/N" whispers robyn, ahnding Y/N her crutches, she hobbled up to the top of the hall, people began to mutter and shout things like "she's not 14 yet!" "she's a cheat!"